That was the most intense orgasm of her life and Fatima couldn't believe such pleasure was even possible! Slowly, she floated back to earth and realized that Irfaan was still deep inside of her. He'd bitten her shoulder and she hadn't even noticed! He finally slipped out of her and quickly did up his pants. Her dress fell back down to her ankles and she could feel both of their cum seeping out of her pussy, and running down her thighs. She quickly collegegirl moved her G-string back into place and managed to stop the cum from running down her legs. She needed a bathroom now! Irfaan spun her to face him, looked deep into her eyes and kissed her. Deeply, passionately! She moaned against his mouth as he released her and said, "Now, you're mine! And from now on, whatever I tell you, you will simply obey. Is that understood?" Fatima nodded, not yet trusting herself to speak. "Now go and wash up, but only a little, I want you to have my cum inside of you this entire evening." Irfaan desibhabhi sounded mischievous, and gave her a sexy wink. Before leaving the kitchen, he told her that he'd tell everyone his plans to court her. He'd like to take Fatima to the gym everyday, because that way, they could get to know each other better. Then he blew her kiss and left the kitchen. Fatima stood there dumbfounded. He still wanted to see her! He'd clearly said that. She couldn't believe that she'd just gotten fucked in her mother's kitchen and had loved every second of it. She'd allowed him to take complete control of her, and she'd loved being at his mercy! What was wrong with her? Why was she so submissive when it came to Irfaan? She quickly rushed to the bathroom. What was the rest of the evening going to bring? One thing was certain, her stranger was no longer a stranger. And he'd wanted her as much as she'd wanted him. She hoped she wasn't getting in over her head, and she really hoped she wasn't falling in love with this gorgeous man who took her breath away. She feared that she'd get her heart deeply broken if she did! THE STRANGER: He wandered into town without very much indiangirl notice until he was on the sidewalk, and then his path showed its way to the bank. No one recognized him, and desisex they did wonder where he came from because in the way he came from was miles of sagebrush and desert, with hardly a living thing. Maybe he hitched a ride some thought. But there had been no vehicle from that direction on that day yet and no one could be imagined to spend the night out there with only what indianporn he had on himself. Sometime later, we found out that his trip to the bank involved a changing of some much older, but still valid, currency to the indianwife form used now. And with cash in hand, he moved to the old hotel, took a room and evidently showered and washed his clothing. All the observers noticed was that he looked a lot less decrepit and a lot healthier as he left the premises and made his way to the small coffee shop that I worked at. I was working for the summer at the little café, to finance my education at the state university. Mother was screaming again, the sound so shrill that it was nearly demonic. He sat down, still looking down. After they came down from their orgasm they both got on their knees in front of him waiting for the next order " okay clean up this mess we made after that mom will change in her best lingerie and laurien will help her if needed then we shall see what we will do with the rest of our saterday " he says looking down at them they both nodded and started to do their tasks . He was right; Camille Stephens was living her dream. Have I scared you off?” I ask her. He got to her crotch and kissed all around her vagina, catching it with the corner of his mouth, the edge of his lips. 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