"All Jennifer's struggling was in vain as the three boys pulled her around the bed until she was held as ordered. Rebecca was almost aware of what was... happening, the weed-induced haze slowly lifting, but there was nothing she could do as the two yobs dragged her towards the bed. The blur of her eyes were clear enough for her to see her mother, her legs wide, her head straining up and looking over her swollen bruised breast's at her, the gag covered half her face, her pleading eyes were all. It was some of the best sex I think I'd ever been part of!I didn't feel the need to hurry off after words. I didn't get that sense from either Richard, and certainly not from Melody; and so I laid around on the bed with her, cuddling and kissing. In a way, I almost felt as if Richard was the outsider, and I was the husband! It was an interesting feeling, and I liked it. But, what I liked best was knowing that I wasn't the husband, and if Melody did get pregnant, that I would not be the one to. I got on the bed, straddled her chest and stuck my cock back in her mouth. I face fucked her for a few minutes, pounding her mercilessly. I held her head in my hands and pumped my cock down her throat, slamming against her face. I pulled my cock out and she said, “You’re not going to keep to using me like this are you? After me sucking you off already? What about me? I need to be fucked!” I could tell it by the way she said it that it was part of the game, she wanted to be used - she. Let me tell you, she was really getting horny. The scene was getting erotic but to my despair, it was disturbed by a passerby. However, we decided to meet again to put an end to the ecstasy that was boiling in between us. I returned home being satisfied that i would be screwing “a funking hot punjabi chick”. The next day i checked in a hotel and asked her to come. I went down and got her to the hotel room. As soon as she came in, i closed the door and got hold of her, threw her bag from her.