Ar or tight forsa mai duto beriye elo. Dekhlam mai-er bota duto ektu boro ar kalo. Bujhlam eta bultir kaj, roj chuse chuse ei hal koreche. Ami-o bulti... moto ekta mai chuste laglam ar annyata tipte thaklam. Amar mukh eber pet borabor niche namiye anlam. Panty-r opor diye sabarir guder gandha upobhog korlam. Panty-ta ektu bheja bheja mone holo. Eber ek tane otake payer nich diye goliye dilam, ar sabari amar samne puro langto hoye sue roilo. Or gude halka naram kalo chul, bujhlam regular clean. You look fucking stunning he said, your tits look stunning. Katie plonked herself on the sofa, her short skirt giving Tom a flash of her knickers, her legs slightly parted. We going up to your room said Tom. Steady, soldier said Katie, just hang fire a bit, my mum is in the other room. As she finished saying this, Trish walked in, saying sorry don’t mind me, sitting straight opposite Tom, crossing her legs to reveal her stocking tops. Tom couldn’t take his eyes off her fabulous long, stockinged. I told him that I would enjoy that, I was just about to go out to eat at our local 'greasy spoon'.I had bought ten packs of film for the company camera on my way home from the hospital the night before. I put that and the camera in a tote bag. I thought I might get to use my thirty five mm. camera and I put it in with a ten roll carton of film. I had a good tri-pod in the bag and several small lights in there when I left for the Fleming house.John answered my ring at the front door and led me. A sissy slut and she was my Mistress. “I would do anything for you Mistress” I said amid the moans and groans. It was maybe the third time she had pegged me and I had to admit that I was starting to love it.Susan stopped pegging me and slipped off her strap-on. She didn’t need to ask as I immediately mounted her and began to repay the pleasure she had given me. “We should give you a name” she said as she moaned and thrust up as I thrust down. I laughed. I thought she was joking. We fucked.