Drake started undoing the buttons of my shirt revealing my white bra. I felt his hand going inside my shirt and touching my skin. I was wearing a fron... clasp bra and when Drake noticed that, he took full advantage of it. Drake unclasped my bra and my boobs popped out to breathe. “Drake, no it’s the office,” I said, but I wanted him to continue what he was doing. “I know, Mom, its the office. But it’s our office, we are the owner of this company and we can do anything in here. Can’t we?” Drake. It went deeper into my throat. My lips stretched, as he plunged his giant meat in and out of my gullet. I struggled to breath and my face reddened as he his huge prick shut off my air supply. From the corner of my eye, I saw my wife watching from the stairs. Her hands were between her breasts playing with her nightgown. I wondered why she wasn't calling the cops. She looked ... fuck she looked excited."You will be okay – fucking bitch," He snarled as he grabbed my ears and hammered inside me.. Adhi bhaga jiguru ga undi oka rakamaina smell vachindi.ayina nenu gattiga lopaliki na naluka petti cheekesanu .thanu okasariga vanikipoindi .na juttunu pattukoni paiki laagi entra nuvvu ala cheekestunav mundugane nannu out chesestava ani cheppi thana rendu chetulatho nanu dagaraki lakoni muddulu pettindhi.Thanu na dress vipamani chepindi .nenu ventane anni vipesi nilabadanu .chala pedhaga undi ra nee modda ani cheppi na moddanu nalukatho nakindi.nalukani modda paina adinchi tarvata notlo. I twisted underneath him to get a look at the women as they answered. “What is the one thing, besides the bathroom, she wishes you did not share?” Bob intoned. Oh crap, this was one I did not have an answer for. I racked my brain to think of anything while Dan studied me. I choked and finally said. “A car.” Dan thinks I’m a bad driver, he never lets me drive him anywhere. It might be related to the fact he has a BMW and enjoys zipping himself around. “That’s a good guess, but it is something.