We both came several times and it must have been obvious that we weren't faking it. When Nathan was satisfied that he had enough film he yelled, "Okay..., knock it off. Get up and get dressed."I thought that meant that it was over. It was for Misha. My evening had just begun. I was ordered to put my clothes back on. I put my skirt and blouse back on and stepped off stage.Nathan said, "Come over here bitch," and led me back over to the side. When we were alone he said, "In this next one you are. I decided to play her again and rubbed my dick around her pussy. She got angry and told “aye raand ki aulaad ab daal chut me tera lund saale 2 saal se nahi chudi hu main. Rajat (her husband) ka lund sirf 3″ ka hai!! Aaahahahah pleaseee pel de meri chut.. I then inserted in her pussy.At first stroke about half of my dick went in. She was normal then when I inserted other half she cried in pain as she had never taken more than 3” in her pussy. I stopped for a while and then started giving slow. I want you inside me now." She lifted herself onto my rock hard cock and slowly pushed herself on it. She was trying to get used to my size, which was seven inches. The thickness of my Johnson made her tentative to work fast. She began to get more comfortable riding my like the Cowgirl she was. The only thing she was wearing was her hat. I sprung into action by squeezing her amazing breasts. They had to be close to a size D. "Oh fuck that feels good. Don't stop that." She picked up the pace and. Wow. That’s….that’s really not cool. Anyhow, I got on bus number eighteen leaving Vanier for Saint Laurent Mall and caught the number four bus going to Carleton University at Hurdman Station. While on the bus, I thought about June. What is going on with her? Why is she doing this? Things were going so well between us. Why is she fucking up things now? Women! I half-heartedly called her back and honestly, I was kind of relieved that she didn’t pick up because she wasn’t around, or didn’t feel.