Fir mere oopr aai or mera sando utaar feka or shorts b utaar dia nai poora nude tha . Wo mere oopr let gayi or mre lips choosne lagi mai to jaise jann...t mai tha.Fir neeche aale meri gardan chaatne lagi wow.. Fir neeche aai or mere chest p naakhuno se nishaan banane lagi or fir chaatne lagi … Mai or jungli ho gaya. Fir neeche aake mere dick ko hilane lagi or fir uspe ek kiss kia mene uska sir pkd k dick p dabaya to usne poora moph mai le lia 40 min tak usne mujhe blow job dia or fir apni bra. . on ... eerrr ah. OK. Simone? Hairy? What's going on?"Barb immediately entered, all protective like. "Sim, honey. What did he do to you?" Barb. Settle down! He hasn't done anything I didn't ask for. Well, to be honest, he wouldn't do some of the things I asked him to do. But he didn't do anything I didn't like ... and I liked it a lot!"Since we were both nude, sitting on the buffalo robe, Simone glowing with happiness, and me hovering protectively, Barb backed off."Are you going to explain or. Two, thank you GoddessAnother thud, this time a little more forceful. Three, thank you GoddessI continued to flog her arse increasing the force ever so slightly with each strokeFinally, thud. Ten, thank you GoddessThen I replaced the flogger with my leather paddleI started again on her arse, ten hard strokes each followed by a ‘thank you Goddess’Annie was totally in control of herselfI walked round to Annie’s front I released Annie’s clamps from her nipples and she screamed 'fuck' as the blood. “Just about five minutes on Snapchat. Come on. Donna invited us to lunch.”“I really need to practice,” I said. An hour out of the day was not enough to get ready for our lessons tomorrow. Sure, I wanted to see Donna but I was torn.“Bring your guitar. You have to eat anyway and you can practice there. It will just be the three of us and Donna and I can sit in the next room to chat while you play. Please, Jacob?” she whined. My stomach growled. She was right. I did need to eat anyway. I packed up.