.Fir vo maan gaye to humen sunday ko cp (delhi) kfc me milne ka plan bnaya 12 bajay ka….Mene radhika ji se pucha ke me aap ko pehchannuga kese to un...one kaha vo blue colour ka soute pehen ke aayengi to mene bhi kaha me bhi blue colour ki sheart or jeans pehen ke aaunga, me radhika se milen ke liye bohot exited ho raha tha or sunday aa gaya me 11 baje aapne ghar se nikal gaya cp ke liye or 11.55 pe cp pohuch gaya or kfc me gaya or meri nigahe har rang ko chod kar sirf nile rung ko dhundh rahi. But I had to push fairly hard to get it all the way in and I did gasp as it finally shot home. My pussy was soaking wet and when I pulled my jeans up I could feel the dampness through them. The jeans held the plug in place. I was really glad I had the shopping cart to hold on to, because there would have been no way I could have walked straight with that plug in. I had to lean pretty hard on the cart. It required all of my self-control to keep from cumming. I slowly found my way back to the. He clung to my shoulders, shuddering with every wild thrust as he poured out his grief and frustration. I took every bit from him, hooking my legs round him and drawing him as deep as I could. I squeezed my muscles tight and he growled. “That’s it, let it out,” I cried. He gripped the stone plinth and drove harder, filling every inch of me with his hard, hot shaft. I could feel his tears against my neck and gripped the hair at the back of his head in my fist. My pussy felt raw and abused but I. What's my next step towards real slavery?"She leaned back in her chair, put her hands in her lap and said, "Though this island is in British waters, the whole place is an embassy of the Islamic Republic of Mauritania - where slavery is legal - and I'm a diplomat of theirs, so those immunities apply to me no matter where I go on the planet. Are you with me so far?" she asked concerned. I smiled, and went back to rubbing my pussy. "Yes, I am."She slid me two sheets of paper - one in English and.