I call to my parents every weekend just so I can keep in touch with them. I am their only son so my mom worries a lot about me. My father owns his own...business there and he is doing really well. They have no desire to live with me here in Surat. They have come and visited me once about two years ago. When they were here, my mom mentioned a friend of hers from College time who came here after her wedding. Her name was Nita. She came to surat about twenty years ago and she lives in near my place.. "You still don't sound like you really want it whore."Sobbing openly now, but also getting excited by the rubbing of her pussy, Kathy began begging for it as if her very life depended on it. "Please fuck me in the ass with that plug. Ram it up there. Stretch me so wide it fucking hurts. Make me scream. Hurt me. Please rape me in the ass, Ma'am."Finally satisfied with what she was hearing, Vicki brought the newly lubricated butt plug up to Kathy's asshole and began roughly shoving it in. Still. "Will you put the new girl in the cage with Edgar, sugar." Nabokov smiled. He moved slowly to Jules' cage and unlocked it. He had his gun pulled, and he whispered to Jules. "This night is gonna last forever. Last all, last all summer long." Jules looked back at Vernon and he shrugged. He was apathetic. Jules' beautiful behind jiggled a little as she was lead to the other cage. The giant, Edgar, rushed the cage door. Nabokov flashed his pistol. "Don't be a hero, Jumbo. Back the fuck up." Nabokov. Bunty-oh ho ap ab jayea app bhot sathan ho gaye ho . I-phala batho . Bunty-nahi dakhi par mujko yakhin ha ap ka waha pa bal nahi ha . I-agar mara bal hua tho thumko waha pa saving karni paraghi . Bunty-ok teek ha par mujko patha kyasha chalagha . I- iss ma kaya muskil ha abhi pata kar lo .mana us ka hat pakar ka mari sadhi ma sa panty ma gusa ka mari balo sa bhari choot pa la gaye or ragarna laghi or boli dakh lo mari choot bhot garam the or who mari jatho pa har phara pir bhar nikal lea or.