I kissed him. “Hai madam you are as much a randi as my Ganga. You fuck beautifully.” I felt cheap to hear him talk like this comparing me to his m...aid wife. But the feel of his cock butting my cunt was making me a dirty whore just like his wife. I wanted his cock inside my itching cunt. It was almost as if he heard my inner voice, he didn’t waste time in preliminaries, just pushed me on all fours and quickly rammed his cock in my wet cunt. I moved my ass back to meet his thrusts. He was ramming. I kissed her deeply, sliding my tongue into her unresponsive mouth, licking her tongue and in so doing making her move it a little. I pulled my head up to see her wrinkled face. She looked back at me, anxious but loving and put her bony hand on my buttocks. She applied some pressure and I moved my dick slowly into her, the foreskin rolling back as I pushed between her tight fanny lips. The exposed head slipped into her and about another inch and she stopped her pressure on my butt – it clearly. Then her lips open-ed, and he felt himself engulfed in warmth and softnessas she lowered her mouth onto him as far as she couldgo, opening wide to accomodate the girth of his strain-ing erection.There was a moment of stillness before her head startedbobbing up and down, leaving lipstick smears along thelength of his shaft. He let his head drop backwards,luxuriating in the feeling. With each short movement hermouth slid further down his cock, the friction againstthe soft tissues of her mouth and. There was a couple of other people interested in me, this American novelist and a Russian that runs nightclubs in Moscow. I really liked Richard, he was sweet. I guess I could even learn to live with Vladimir now. I didn't relish becoming a prostitute but I suppose I'd adapt given time." What about living a normal life?"She frowned. "Sounds a bit boring."Replete from breakfast, she watched as Ruth hooked her back up to the equipment. The psychotropic drugs left her floating, somewhat detached.