We knew they were operating in the city and we knew some of the smaller players - the dealers and pushers. We'd busted a couple of them but only on mi...or things. We needed to get something big on some of the bigger fish. But we could never get anything solid.Then one day a couple of weeks prior we got a lead that there was going to be a hit on a rival drug gang. While we weren't able to stop the hit, we did catch a couple of the key members of the gang. We learned that there was a witness to it. I started going through those and was chatting with 2-3 ladies who had similar interests. Slowly they were introducing themselves and explaining their stories. I started talking a lot with one particular lady named Neha, from Jaipur.She explained that she was married, had a decent sex life. But she did not have any experience in BDSM. After initial conversations, we got to know each other well. Then she started opening up even more. She explained how she had a craving for pain and pleasure. But. The feeling of that hot liquid filling her womb sent Jamie over the edge.“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH GOD.” She screamed around Reginald’s cock, her girl come covering Mark’s chest. Mark and Barry both slid out of her pussy, their slick white jizz running out of her onto the chair. She climbed down onto her knees on the floor, never missing a beat as she continued to bob Reginald’s cock in and out of her mouth. She was awestruck by the orgasm she had. She had never experienced female ejaculation, she. This one image took Bina back to her childhood. Back in those days, Bina along with her siblings used to buy small candies from the local ‘Candiwalla’ (as he used to be called). The man looked somewhat similar to this cold drink salesman. The candiwalla used to wear dhoti-kurta instead.She remembered the precise moment in her teenage years when she had got mature but acted like a little girl in front of that candiwalla. One day while she wore nothing but a simple white see-through frock,.