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I hadn't really thought it through. Everything had happened so quickly that I don't think either one of us had fully thought through the consequences. I am sure that she had to at least some degree, but the thought of being dismissed or disliked hadn't occurred to either of us."Angela, it isn't anything about you. I am just worried about you and the situation and so I wasn't thinking about sex. That's why it didn't happen. Nothing else." I know Master, but it still frightens me how dependent I have become on you. I can't make it through a day at work without seeing you and touching you and having sex with you. Is this the way the rest of my life is going to be?" she asked rhetorically, a mixture of fear and exasperation evident in the tone of voice.There was another long moment of silence in the car before she spoke again."Master, do you think that we could catch some of your semen and put it in a bottle? That way I could go to work and drink it when the headache started. Maybe then. I pulled at Prajakta’s hand and embraced her. Here was a woman, married and with kids, who was giving me her body, because she trusted me. I wanted to give her the experience of love and not just animal lust.I kissed her shoulders and her ears. Prajakta giggled as it caused tickling in her ears. She too liked my neck and sucked my chin. I kissed her all over her face, halting at her lips and tenderly putting my tongue inside her mouth. Soon we were sucking each others’ mouths off.I was pinching and squeezing her breasts. I turned her around so that she was kneeling on the bed like a dog. I licked her neck and her back. I spread out her ass cheeks and entered a finger inside her hole. Prajakta just whimpered and moaned in ecstasy!I added a second finger to the anal intrusion, and she moaned her approval. Between the gasps I heard her grunt in Hindi which I couldn’t understand. Prajakta herself entered 3 fingers in her pussy and started fingering her clit. So, here I am, finger fucking.
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As she fucked my cunt furiously, I felt the familiar sensation of impending orgasm. “Silent”, she said. I couldn’t help but moan, which made her pull the stockings even tighter around my neck as the pleasure intensified. I felt my knees shake uncontrollably. The stockings were so tight around my neck that I nearly passed out, but instead I experienced the most incredible orgasm that I had ever felt. As I came I noticed that once again, I was squirting all over the bed, my pussy making squelching noises as her fingers continued to pound me. Then, she suddenly pulled her fingers and let go of the stockings. My body fell limp onto the bed, completely sated.We were both spent as we lay on the bed next to each other I shuffled towards Lucy. “Let me fall asleep in your arms, lover”, I cooed to her. Lucy tensed up. “I sleep better when I have a bit of space”, she said, and pulled the blanket away as she moved to the other side of the bed. “Good night.”Slowly, I woke up and rubbed my eyes..

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