He stood silent for a few moments, to prevent him from crying out in despair. He quietly turned and crept down the stairs, fighting to lock away every...emotion he currently felt. At the bottom, he took several deep breaths, until he was calm. He put every unhappy feeling under lock and key, in the dark recesses of his mind, and began to collect a few items he would need: his personal laptop, some extra cash from their safe and his passport. He already had clothes packed in a travel case: he had. One pump into you, and it overflowed. Not only did you cum, but you moaned and started shaking and convulsing around his hard cock as he continued to rut into you. He did, for the sake of the recording, start pushing into you with very shallow thrusts. His short strokes caused the head of his cock to rub on your “G” spot. It also allowed the cameras to see more of his cock outside of your pussy. Of course, you couldn’t see the monitors and are only concerned with feeling his hard cock fucking. App….” “arey .. Koi baat nahi beti………..tu sharma mut… “ he put his hands on her silky back . Kusum remained still. She never visualized this. Instead of fixing button sarurji caressed her back from neck to her waist upto rising mound of her hips .“beti…lug raha hai…jaise butter ko chhu raha hun… itni chikni ….maine kabhee socha nahi…” Then sasur tried to fix her button but like other two he could not fix it. He caressed her mid rib and said ..“beti..dono haath upad uthaao….” Without any. .. a little. The ol' gal sure is fun toride. Right, let's get yours together then shall we." With a pat to thered tank he jumped off, retrieved the parts from the small 'luggagecompartment' walked up the ramp to open the door and pushed theconcertina partly open. "Okay girl, pull up a stool and learn at the feet of a master, justafter three, so let's be done by eight. You owe me dinner." She watched as he undid, refit, bled and adjusted the clutch line, whichtook a whole forty-five minutes..