But I'm taking so much time! I'm going to be late! I pick up thesuitcase and hurry out of the door and in front of Mistress Thorne."Took your time did...'t you bitch? Did my horny little slut find amirror?" She says and I nod meekly. "Hah... I knew it! In some ways youare so predictable my little whore. Now turn around and put your handsbehind your back. Oh and you can speak now, but only to answer me." Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply turning my back to her and clasping myhands behind my back.I. "Praises be to glorious Comrade Lenin!" Batschka murmured as he clapped a hand to his forehead and paced back and forth with wide-eyed worry. "Is serious problem this time that glorious Comrade Director has assigned my little love chancre."Batschka stopped pacing and removed her imported shoes, made in the thermoplastic district of Belgrade, and rolled her domestic stockings, made in the nylon district of Chernobyl, down curved thighs and firm calves that looked as if they had been carved by a. Usne thik hai kaha aur smile dete hue neeche ghar me chali gayi.Ek din uski maa satsang me gayi hui thi aur vo apne sath me meri maa ko bhi le gayi. Maine socha yahi acha moka hai. Kyuki is samay uske papa office me honge aur uska bada Bhai Bangalore me job karta hai. Main apni chat ke raste unki chat par gaya aur vo pehle se vaha maujud thi. Usne kaha kya baat karni thi.Maine uski aankhon me dekhte hue kaha main tumhe bahut pyar karta hu. Usne kaha ki vo bhi mujhe bahut pyar karti hai. Bas. I also felt my pussy muscles loosen. I was there on all fours, my legs splayed wide, and my pussy dripping. I was ready. My husband’s friend, “I didn’t even know his name” finished lubing up his cockhead from my pussy juices, positioned his cock at my now eagerly waiting slit, gradually slit it in until the head was barely inside. Then he stopped for what seemed like an eternity, then as he thrust forward, I thrust rearward burying his cock to the hilt in such a violent motion, his balls.