Uss tym neend main hone ke kaaran maine kuchh dhyaan nahi diya aur so gaya.Next subh main sochta raha ki voh raat ko kya kar rahi thi.Uss raat ko fir ...aine plan banaya ki main sone ka naatk karoonga aur fir dekhunga kya hota haiUss raat ko main 11 bje apne room main sone ki acting karne laga.Kyinki main aur meri bhen common room use karte hain isliye voh khush ho gayi.Agle 2 ghante tak meri bhen mere saath hee baithe hue thi aur laptop par kuchh kaam rahi thi.Jaise raat ko 1 baja meri bhen uthi. Barely able to move, the bondage all latex,I squeeze deep inside, my lust and life at apex.Last foot in, the rubber bag closes; its sometime after four,It marks the last I see the world as the rubber girl Faith No More.In the wombI have always loved, I gasp a familiar scent,Of my lovers the latex and rubber, and the man Ihad spentTime with hidden deep in this alternate fetish reality,Before the accident took his life, a great bondage tragedy.Bag the head, garrote and strangle, and many, many. " She pointed toward a ridge. It was perhaps an hour before sunset.June was easy to find. She was sitting on a stump watching three young soldiers put up a small tent. She was wearing black boots and long, white breeches that buttoned down the sides and disappeared into them. She had on a patterned wool shirt like mine and a grenadier jacket with the sleeves turned back. Her soft hair was plaited and rolled up onto the back of her head. She looked happy and perhaps a stone heavier than the last. So I stood to face him again and put his hands on the waist of my shorts for him to undo them. He understood and unbuttoned my shorts. They then joined the rest of the pile of clothes and we walked to the bed. First just lying beside each other holding and kissing, when I roll and he is on his back with me on top him, my hands messaging his body my tongue finding all his erogenous zones. Every lick of my tongue and every gentle touch of my hands, he moans with a coy smile on his face. Over his.