He was shocked, and in an effort to finally salvage some pride he decided to play his trump card."You want more of this, Mrs. M?" he asked."I do. As m...uch as you can give me, Gopal" came the reply."If you want this", he held his cock in his hand "you will have to take it in your ass the next time" said Gopal.After thinking about it for a couple of seconds, she replied with "All right. My ass it is, Gopal".All three had a different reaction to this event. Gopal realized this was finally a woman. I take in her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are bloodshot, and puffy. Her thick curly hair looks as if she's been just caught in a windstorm. Her pouty pink lips are moist and slightly quivering. She's wrapped in a large white cotton towel and I'm startled at the sight of her, but concerned at the same time. Even in this state, she's stunning and I try to gain my composure. I clear my throat. I manage to stammer out, "Honey..Oh..Sweetheart! I was just.. um.. I..." Her eyebrows furrow. Tying the dental floss in a knot around the neck of one of the shampoo bottles, then leaving around 30 centimeters of the line free and tying the other bottle on it, I manage to improvise a pussy-and-butt plug. It’s not perfect, but it will have to do. I grab the toothbrush as well, and equipped with my new tools, I go back to the room.She’s still there (well, yeah, she’s bound and can’t go anywhere, that’s kind of the point of this), waiting. I can’t imagine how she’s feeling – with no pre. His entry was once again urgent, but my eager arse drew him in willingly. His pace, however, was much slower than before and I knew that this session would last much longer.“I have a lot of catching up to do, Sandy, and I’ve got you exactly where I want you,” he chuckled.“Use me as you want,” I replied.“Are you enjoying this, Sandy?” He asked, while thrusting into me.“Fuck yeah, Tristan,” I retorted.“That’s great, bro, because you are going to be seeing a lot more of me in future.” Tristan.