The look on your face is one I don’t like, I don’t think I like you anymore, but I’m enjoying your cock in my pussy, that much is clear from the... juices that glisten on you and the moans of pleasure which I cannot hush. You’re much taller than my mere five feet and you hold my wrists to the door above my head, your large hands almost cover mine, my legs are weakening and actually if you weren’t thrusting into me with all your weight and stretching my arms up high I would have fallen to my knees. He parked his van in the garage, locked up and entered the house through a connecting door from the garage. Leaving his dirty safety boots by the door, he stripped off his overall and dumped it straight in the washing machine, heading straight for the bathroom, where he stripped off t-shirt, boxers and socks without looking round and set the shower running."Ahem. Might I serve you, Master?"He spun round, shocked he was not, as he thought, alone ... to see Beth kneeling on a towel on the floor. Geeta shouted at me, “look you are fucking a married lady, go and get some bitch or prostitute”. Sarita got up and said, “why should he go to prostitute, i am his bitch he will fuck my cunt whenever he wants,” geeta said “well you are fucking her. Her hubby will come anytime tomorrow then what will you do”, sarita said for me, “then you come and fuck”, geeta got angry, shut up you i know how to fuck and when to fuck him. Sarita said ok keep quiet let me fuck him. We fucked for 2 hours and i. I cried out, surprised, and looked up at him. He still looked very unsure. Is this my punishment? One slap? I dont think you can do this, baby. Youre soft, I said, and was rewarded with another slap across the face, a little harder this time. Dont mock me, he told me, his voice trembling. I couldnt keep the smile from my face as I watched him have an internal war. He was pushing his own boundries, and it was hard for him. Dirty goddamn slut, showing your fucking pussy to strangers, he growled,.