"Shhh, baby," John hushed. "Be quiet, honey! You can take it! Ssshhh, relax it! Keep it relaxed!"When her moans didn't stop, he said more loudly and f...irmly, "I said open it up! Open your asshole, baby! Relax it!"With tears of pain forming in her eyes, Janie's mind registered his voice. She heard his commands and did as he instructed. Her asshole was throbbing, but then she realized it was already less painful than before. She calmed down and once again concentrated on keeping her soft asshole. ”I spent the next three hours showering, shaving, changing clothes, getting my house cleaned up, flossing my teeth, trimming my eyebrows – hell, just anything I thought needed doing to make myself presentable. I even changed the sheets on the bed, in the faint hope things would progress that far. I remembered reading a classified ad on Craigslist from a guy who was complaining about a potential sex partner who left before the fun began because the bed smelled like “a sack of farts.” Didn’t want. We cut to the street – it’s a lovely sunny summer’s day and all pedestrians are in t-shirts and shorts, and the like ... We watch as a taxi pulls up outside our studios, the rear door opening and Sadia stepping out – she’s wearing white t-shirt, a tartan mini-skirt and red elasticated stockings to her mid-thighs, stacked heel shoes. Her hair in long black pigtails. She looks like a really dirty little Pakistani cunt!She almost skips into the studio, so full of anticipation and excitement.We cut. They fit snug against her ass. Next she put on her bra while keeping her back to me. She then bent over to get her jean shorts out the bottom drawer. I wanted to run up and slap that fine ass, but again I resisted the urge to approach her. It’d be too much too quickly. She finally turned to face me after sliding on a snug green T-shirt. “So I guess we’re even now?” I didn’t respond, I just smirked at her and left. The rest of the day was uneventful, but the next morning I walked.