Imagine yousee a guy walk into your store wearing besides small shoes, only women'sjeans and a tight men's T-shirt under which quite a rack and pointy...ipples show. It took her a few minutes to regain her composure and toact like a professional adviser on lingerie. I didn't want tooconspicuously feminine lingerie as far as that exists, so nothing frillyand no lace. And with some clients at the store that were reallychecking me out as a curiosity I didn't want be looking like some kindof pervert.. ?Please fuck me, Master, please,? Brittany cried.?Beg or it,? he said in a commanding voice.Brittany raised her pussy to meet each decent of Dave’s hand. He felt the tension in her body like a bow ready to release an arrow and heard the rush of her breathing.?Please fuck me, Master, Please!?Quickly he mounted her, thrusting his stiff shaft deep, deeper in her folds. She circled him with her legs and pulled him deeper into her. He pinched her breasts as he thrust in and out, in and out, in and. Nothing.I think I dozed because the next thing I remember was a harsh pounding, as if someone was banging on the door to the house above me. I heard Pashto voices, panicked, educated Pashto voices along with some scrambling around before a door opened. A hearty greeting was given before the same voice yelled with outrage. Whoever was at the door pushed their way in. Multiple whoevers, if the sudden crashing and banging was any indication. Dishes breaking, wood splintering, cloth tearing.. Uske do din baad uska call aaya mere pass but is bar koi ladka tha main poch aap kon toh usne ans diya im sameer aapki gf toh maine kaha pagal hai kya saale pitna hai kya then he say yaar apne hi toh mujhe bola tha ki main aapka boyfriend hun toh maine usse puch ki maine kab kaha wo toh maine amreen se bola tha then he say jabne ek baar call kiya tha toh wo mere sister ne utha liya tha but ye mera phone hai or ap mujhe se chat kar reha hai itne din se …………………..Ye sun kar mujhe bhut gussa aaya.