I was born in a middle class Bangladeshi Muslim family and serving in a public organization. I’m married and having two kids. My whole life is lustf...l indeed.As I gained some practical experience about sex at my childhood, I became a sex-maniac and whenever I got chance I tried to fuck any aged girls or women with many tricks without applying force or at least to peep the uncovered boobs and pussies from hidden places when they change costumes.I always find the chance to touch teats and breasts. I reach around to touch his outer thighs when he gets to my rock hard cock. He says I feel good and I reply so do you. By this time my hand moved to his crotch and rapped around his hard cock as I begin to stroke him. He moans with pleasure, caresses my balls and begins to stroke mine.By this time were both real horny and he ask if I want to go to the bedroom and I say yes. Once we get there he ask me to sit on the edge of the bed as he gets down on his knees and starts to lick my thighs from. Moving her head side to side while keeping eye contact with the young man "No" she replied quietly."the Jessica 3000 was designed and built by me to be a live impalement machine for women to be spit roasted, meaning whoever rides this beautiful machine would be imapaled vagina to mouth and then placed over an open BBQ pit to slow cook" the young man said while still rubbing nude back of the now much more than frightened young girl."OHH NO please open the clamps dont let it do that to me please,. Some of the locals were sitting on bar-stools talking about the girl, catcalling out to her; she either didn’t hear them or didn’t care. An up-tempo country song had her shaking that booty to the beat. Then she decided to start dancing around the sparse tables of the honky-tonk swinging that sexy skirt and those long legs. “What can I get you?” the bartender offered. Feeling kind of flush from a couple of winning nights at the casinos I looked to the other guys at the bar and said, “Can I buy.