"What's wrong, hun?" Mistress begged, pulling her panties from my nose. She bent down to look at me. "Do you forgive me?" Mistress," I croaked, unsure...of what to say or do. "Mistress, I'm not sure I understand. I didn't give you your orgasm, and I deserved to be punished for that. I'm confused. I'm sorry. Truly, I'm sorry and it won't ever happen again."The women in the room let out a laugh. Mistress chuckled cutely, as only she could."Oh, my sweet, little girl," she sighed, still giggling. She. Ohhhhhhhhahhhhhhh essssssssss han! Sanam a baa bhi jaoooooooo choot ka kabarakar ke hi dam loge kya? Aoooooooo ab aa bhi jaooooo”jiju upar se bole, “rooko rani ab mai bhi aa rha hun” aur dono ek sathjhar kar ek dusare mein sama gaye.jiju chanda ke upar the unaka laura chanda ke bur mein sukar raha tha,gand kuch fail gayee thi. Maine peechhe se jakar jiju keg and me apanichoonchi laga di. Jiju samajh gaye bole, “kya karti ho” maine chhonchise do-teen dhakke unaki gand (ass) mein lagaye aur boli,. My name is Jack Hoover, and my life sucked. Royally! I had just come home from work at my demeaning job. I had finally had enough of the pompous asses at that country club. I had worked there as a gardener for the last five years. I had quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice, as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I went back.She had graduated over a year ago. I had not. A brand new Hydrogen generator hummed happily in the basement right next to the burned-out 1000-year-old scrap heap of the old one, sending electricity to a thousand lamps or more.Volund caressed the fine dark red leather he was wearing and found his long fur-trimmed cape quite regal.The heavy golden clan chief necklace was around his neck and his right hand was on the hilt of Hevnen, the great broadsword of the Olafson clan. He once again felt like a clan chief should, proud, mighty in stature.