Yeh baat 6 mahine puraani hai.meri story aisi suru hue ki muje bhi nahi malum yeh kya hua tha,mai kisi kaam se apne mobile se kisika number lagaya,lek...n galati se wrong number lag gaya,samne se kisi female ki awaaj aayi kon chayiye,maine kaha mukesh hai,usne kaha nahi,aapko kon sa number lagaya hai,fir maine number bataya to wo boli sorry aap ka wrong no. hai.fir maine aisehi baat karne laga,wo bhi mera jawab de rahi thi,maine pucha yeh kaha ka number hai ,wo boli borivli ka,maine kaha mai bhi. ‘We will give these two time to freshen up before the nights entertainment starts’ She says cheerfully,softer music playing as the two doves that had been standing behind her grab a person each and drag us off to separate rooms.The dove holding me gives me a firm push onto a couch in a back room and removes the mask it was wearing,setting it aside the male dove looks me over then walks away and returns with bondage gear.My cheeks pinken as he starts to put various pieces on me a tight fitting. Ulysses smiled at Denise while she licked his lips. He opened his mouth, his tongue meeting hers, swirling around each other. Then she sucked it, sucked it just like she would his bulbous black cockhead, moaning. She closed her mouth around his, her tongue gliding around and around, his doing the same, Denise almost cumming again.She rested her hands on his muscular chest, breaking the kiss. “I love you.”“Denise,” Ulysses said.“No, I mean it. I may not love you as much or in the same way. I rose to sit next to her.“No, Mom!” She pushed me away. “He’ll know!”After that mysterious night when he summoned me to the flophouse, I checked the apartment for cameras or microphones. It was a stupid thing to do, but he had known when I cracked. I realized I hadn’t been in the house. I had been walking. I looked at my phone.I went to our cheap, notebook computer. Stace used it for school. The battery had died, but the power cord still worked. I looked up spying on cell phones. The old.