“Camilla, are you okay?”“Oh, sorry, I guess I’m a little tired,” I giggled, to laugh the moment off.“Flying is always so tiring; even shor...-haul.” Daphne stood again, “I’ll pop some coffee on and then show you your room.”“It really is so good of you to help me out like this,” I offered in response, my eyes locked onto her arse-hugging jeans as she walked towards the kitchen area.I watched as she seemed to glide around the kitchen with almost feline grace. With a minimum of effort, she quickly. As I parked the car near where she lived and let myself in with the spare key we always had, I made myself a coffee and had just sat down when she came in the room from upstairs. We greeted each other and she asked where her daughter was and I replied “In town”. She carried on doing what she was doing and I watched her from the chair.She was wearing a black top and black trousers, she looked massive in pants as her fat belly was tucked inside them, I looked and thought ‘how can someone so ugly. Chlo koina aur mil jayegiMe:aap ho to hahaUske baad woh offline ho gyiMaine socha gussa ho gyi bt sham ko msg aaya relative aagye theShe: mai to bs frnd hu gf thodiMe; frnd ee bhut hai mere liyeShe: but friend gf ki jagah ni le skti naMe: kese?She:woh sb ni kr skti jo gf kr skti haiMe: wo to frnd ki mrzi hai…Mujhe koi problem ni heheheShe:hahaha gf k saath kiyaa tha?Me:kya?She: btao b ab…You know.. Bche ni hoMe:bhut vaarShe :achajiii experiencedMe :not more than you hahaShe: kya ptaMe: kyu?She:. The Mistress had Brent stop licking her after three delicious orgasms. His mouth was amazing, but he still had to learn his place. She had Brent crawl to Birdie’s coffin, and place his erect penis on the edge of the box near her head. The Mistress then proceeded to ground the penis into a flattened mass of tissue and blood with her razor-spiked boot heel. Brent could only silently scream at the pain as Birdie watched in horror. The Mistress then lit a long clove cigarette in an onyx holder.