Phir vohi agar magar…. kisi ko patah nahi chalay ga. Kanwal ne saaf keh diya.Yeh nahi ho sakta, kisi ko patah chalay ya nah chalay God ko zaroor ilm...ho jaaye ga.Magar yeh hoga bhi God ki merzi se, kaya ouski ijaazat aur razamandi ke baghair kabhi bhi koi kaam huwa hai? Kaya aap sab sachi baatoun se munkar ho rahay hein? Kaya aapki Bible forgiveness ka waadah nahi kerti hai? Father! Yahan koi bhi perfect nahi hai aur humein hamesha behtri ki oumeed rakhni chahye. Aapnay apni saari oumar ouskay. Taking a breath and ignoring the painful grip of the hands and the voice she moved slowly down on the cock until his balls were against her face. She could now taste the remains of cum on him and a slightly bitter taste, perhaps it was the leftover juices from his submissive's cunt earlier in the day. She bit back a grimace and tried to focus on her role as a servicing submissive, pleasing her Master; not the actual unpleasantness of the cock in hand.The hands increased their grip, ripping. So Skippy started flirting and I ask for the manager to come to the table and he couldn't stop looking down my top. The waitress kept moving as the manager kept staring. After dinner and drinks we moved to the bar to see either of us could make this happen. I no longer sat down, the manager was over with us, arm around my back asking if he could get me anything. I ordered three shots an we all slammed them followed by many more. I was drunk and Skippy was pretty far gone as he asked the. “Meow,” I said louder this time.“Good kitty,” he said and placed a small kitty bowl in front of me.There was pizza inside cut up into little pieces. I just looked at him, he had never made me eat out of a cat bowl before.“You better eat now if you’re hungry my pet because when I am finished eating you are finished eating.”I started to lift my hand to pick up a piece of the pizza.“No kitty!” he said slapping my hand away. “You may not use your hands, only your cute little mouth,” he smiled. “And.