laughed Chika, “once you get used to it sweets,” and began stroking, slowly in the beginning but gathering speed and depth. Rashmi could not speak, she could only gasp at every stroke. She had not known such pleasure in her life. She held on tightly to him and moved her hips upwards to the rhythm of his strokes. “Chika… oh my God…you are the best… yessss…” She orgasmed for the second time, her soft body tightening against his. But he went on and on for the next 15 minutes, ploughing into her as she hung on like a ragged doll, till he ejaculated forcefully into her. While he was still in her, he turned around on his back pulling her on top of him as they both lay panting, sweating like pigs in the air- conditioned bed room. An hour later, as Chika was driving back home he smiled, shook his head, and said to himself. ‘There goes Sunday, my fucking day of rest!’ He then reached out to the glove compartment and played Ozzy Osborne’s “No Rest for the Wicked”
