So my style had less to do with defining myself with a title but more a matter of preference, preference that kept me interested and engaged. For exam...ple, there is nothing sexier then a sexy, smart, intelligent woman who knows what she wants but the reality is, if she is not willing to perform my tasks and challenges that allow me to push their sexual limits or expectations and guide us both through a path of discovery, then I was not interested.This story is about one of these women.Amy had. Fir hum logo ne khaana khaaya, aur sone chale gaye.Mujhe jaldi uthne ki aadat hai, to main subha 5 baje uth gaya, aur fresh ho kar morning walk pe chala gaya. Main paas hi ke park mein gaya tha, aur waha pe mujhe wo lady mil gayi. Wo waha par yoga kar rahi thi.Maine socha ki kyu naa main bhi jaa kar yoga karu. Aur isi bahaane meri unse baat bhi ho jayegi. Fir main park mein gaya, aur unke paas jaake stretching karne laga. Unhone mujhe dekha aur bola-Lady: Aap galat kar rahe ho.Aur fir unhone. I started to sweat into my four inch red stilettos. I probably should have dressed in a quieter way, but this was my last day reveling in my bonafide slut status before I started walking away from my sexual addictions, and I was definitely going out in style. The short black skirt was tight and shiny and the bustier top pushed my breasts up high. I had left my dark blond hair loose around my shoulders. I was dressed just as I had been on the night that had started my spiral into depravity. It. He tucks his thumb in and pushes his hand back in twisting it as he drives it in to her cunt, she cries out as he forces his hand deep inside her pussy.He is now fisting her, gyrating his fist inside her pussy to open her up more.With his free hand he reaches up and pulls hard on her nipples, pinching and pulling at the same time, she cries out again, she loves the pain, the sensation of the pain on her nipple and the pain in her cunt from his fist push her over the edge and cums hard, he body.