My best friend Anisha lived there too and she was applying for the same university. We decided it would be best if I stay with her as she was living a...lone.Her mom and dad lived in gulf country and Anisha visited them every year. Occasionally her parents came over to take care of things. Anisha had been my best friend since school. We had always remained in touch.We started going to college and every evening we would roam about before heading home. Since I was going to stay at her place for a. ” She stopped halfway down the passageway and dilated a door. “Look inside, Rebecca.”It was the small, windowless room where she had slept overnight. In the center stood the divan, neatly made; beside it, the carafe and glass atop the small table.“When you first came through the gate,” said Leda at her elbow, “I brought you here to attend your wounds. The water contained a sedative, allowing you to sleep the entire night, a sleep that you badly needed. When you awoke, we went to breakfast--”. “Think about it. You say he likes to eat you more than he fucks you. And when he does fuck you, he gets off on how your pussy looks and tastes afterwards. What do you think that means? “Tell you what. Do what I say for a week. Just one week and you’ll be able to tell if he’s open to it.” “Why would I want to do that?” “Because it adds so much spice to a relationship when a woman is able to be completely free in her sexuality. And for you there’s a particular benefit,” Jennifer said in a. Your anal whorl tightens around the intrusion, and you writhe and shudder, spread on the glass floor." “If anyone on the street looked up they would see you naked, hands spread on the glass, your tits and belly pressed to the clear surface as I frig you deeper and deeper and make you a filthy little bitch for all to see.” “Oh my God,” she mutters, “Oh God yes!” “I slide over you and replace my thumb with the swollen head of my cock, shining with clear pre cum." “You tighten, and your body.