“Tum partiality karte ho. Mein gym owner se complain karungi. Tum mujhe theek se train nahi karte baaki ladkiyon pe jyada dhyaan dete ho.”, revthi...mujhse complain karne lagi. Mein mann mein toh soch raha tha, ‘saala gym owner bhi toh dalla hai woh bhi toh commision khata hai’. Par phir bhi meine kaha, “Aisa kuch nahi hai. Woh log mujhe bulate hai. Is liye unke paas jaata hun. Unki help karne.” “Help karne ya unko enjoy karne.”, usne muh bigada. “Jo bhi ho tumhe kyun jalan ho rahi hai?”, meine. He groaned and kissed at her more feverishly than ever, and at the same time he felt his mother rhythmically opening and closing her fist around his aching, pulsing prick.She kneaded and caressed the prick, running her lovely hand up and down the length of it in a pumping manner. Her thumbnail slithered back and forth across the surface of his cock head and the harsh, stinging delight of her touch sent waves of desire tearing through the young boy's flesh.He was gasping wildly, then sucking in. I'm calling the shots now. Your choice is either 100 or 500 laps around the track, now." Sir? Today I'm not accepting that suggestion. It borders on abusive coercion; demanding that a student do a five-mile run for an arbitrary reason. Shall I make that an official complaint or are you withdrawing the suggestion?" Ok, I'm putting you on report for ignoring the instructions of a teacher and sending you to the assistant principal's office right now for discipline." I have to decline again, I'm. ”“Wait!” Sasha stopped me as I was ready to release.“What!?” I asked, in a little bit of pain.“I need to do something. Put your hand on my butt,” she demanded.Sasha pulled my hand around her and put it on her butt cheek, as she did the same to me. I gave her butt a gentle squeeze and kissed her.“Ready?” She asked.“Hurry or I’m going to pop!”“Three. Two. One. Go!” She was a freaking pee cheerleader!We both let go and peed together. Our streams shot out and over the edge. Sasha was doing some.