She sucked my clit like a vacuum. Like the overachiever she was in her academics and I presume in her religious studies, she was becoming the best pus...sy pleaser she could possibly be.My moans increased as her eagerness had me ready to burst, and when she slid two fingers inside me as she took my clit between her lips and twirled her tongue around it, I lost control. My orgasm crashed over me in waves. When I stopped spasming, finally sated, I moved off her face. Her glasses, still on her nose,. He’s soooo big…” Ana barely whispered, as she let go my hand...Then I could see my boss’s hips gently swaying back and forth…Suddenly somebody moved and then Ana could lean again on my shoulder. She whispered in my ear as she moaned softly:“He is sooo much bigger…oooo… uhhh… than you are…babe… I am so sorry… he is so thick also…” My sweet wife could hardly stand on her feet... Then she raised herself up on tip toe to accommodate the size of him.I was really ashamed seeing all my colleagues. Id rammed her tight little cunt so much that my dick felt scraped raw so I pushed in deep and began to strum the tips of my fingers over her clitoris. With my dick buried to the hilt it was like I wasnt really there, like this was all happening by remote control, I was floating around the pleasure and pain. Her weeping changed to moaning, snapping me back to what was real. I pulled us harder together and began twitching my dick and I redoubled the strumming on her clit. She started to shudder. My plaything was indeed a pretty thing. Pretty and soon to learn her fate, but first she must suffer, and I knew even now that suffering had started again...I'm going to die. I'm sure of that. The bitch is slowly torturing me to death. I don't want to die at all, but if this goes on for much longer I'll probably look forward to it. She's found some new way to torture me, a really perfect way. If I'd have any strength left for unnecessary feelings or thoughts I would admire the woman for her.