"Kneel down here" she instructed, pointing to the floor between her legs. He dutifully knelt, wincing as his injured backside touched his heels.Margar...et took out a delicate handkerchief and began to dry her husband's face. His sobs were subsiding as the pain in his backside turned into more of a soreness."Does it hurt?" she asked him."Yes Margaret." he replied, "It hurts really, really badly." Well that pain is good, my love, because you've done a very bad thing and the more pain you endure,. They were clearly enjoying this, and they were becoming aroused by it. "Dane, you look tired", Janine said. Steph said "Why don't you lay back and rest up for round two?" "It's our turn to put on a show for you." If this was heaven, I never wanted to leave. They began by kissing each other, warm wet, open-mouthed kisses that belied a hunger, a desire to possess each other. Janine was on her back when Steph worked her way down her body, sucking on her very erect nipples and working down to her. Ramsankar was a fat single guy in his 40s looking for a bride. His only asset was the butt-load of money and a well established jewelry business he inherited a couple of decades ago from his parents who died in an accident. While he stayed busy with other stuff all that time, now he felt the need to search for a partner.Despite being rich all his efforts were in vein as no sane woman was willing to marry him. It was not his luck but desperate efforts that enabled him to meet Shruti’s father. Her head went back as I pushed the hairbrush into her pussy harder and faster, rubbing her clit with my other hand. The brush slid in and out with little resistance, she moaned loudly as she pulled her nipples. I watched as the brush slid smoothly into her pussy hole, the inner lips stretched out over the handle each time it went in and out. Faster, please, she said. I moved it faster into her cunt all the way to the end of the brush, and back out, her hips thrust to take in more of the brush..