Reckless. He continued to undress her, gently biting into her neck when he undid her bra, drawing a line down her inner thigh with his tongue while he... pulled down her panties. Her eyes flew open when he suddenly swept her up in his arms, picking her up and carrying her as if she weighed nothing – then he dropped her onto the sofa before rolling on top of her. Pinned underneath him, she was helpless and completely at his mercy – a soft, sinewy goddess for him to own and please, her lips. The whole time kissing me passionately.Then I felt his fingers going up and down my asshole. I clinched it as tight as I could. But eventually I relaxed and he put a finger in me. It was uncomfortable at the start, but I soon relaxed and was lifting my ass to have it go deeper. It felt so good. Then he turned me over onto my stomach and started to massage my ass. He stopped for a second and reached into his night stand for something. It was lube. Before long I felt what I though was his finger. And making me talk back some smack too."Unhh... why are you so obsessed with my being a Hindu Brahmin, you dirty old man? Fucking Muslim women must be like fucking a dead fish." I said as I put my hands on his butt and pulled him deeper inside.He seemed surprised at me talking back. He paused for a bit, and took his dick out. He pushed my butt sideways and said,"On your knees, Hindu whore. I will now fuck you like a dog fucks a bitch."I smiled wryly at him him and did as he said. He first. Now I was "his slut" but he really wanted to know how many different cocks had been inside my pussy. He said that he had to know right now. He started fucking me as hard and as fast as he ever had. Slamming his cock deep inside of me. It felt so good, but I knew from experience I was going to be hurting for days.I took a deep breath and told him an answer. I wasn't exactly sure but I "think" it was between 300 and 400 different guys. Ronnie never told me how that compared to what he was.