Or bola bhot aacha tast ha ,tho ma sarma gaye .pir us na kaha abb ma save kar datha hu .pir us ma saving chrme lagahi or pir brus ka gagh banana lagha...or pir us na ragar lea or mari choot ka bal saf karna lagha pir us ma mari choot pa ak balo kha ak dil bana dea or sara bal saf kar dia pir us na fairloveli le or choot pa lagha ka masaz karna lagha .or mari choot ma anguli dal ka chatna lagha tho mari halat karab hona laghi pir who khara hua or apna kapara utar dea or nangha ho gaya us ka lora. "You didn't have a problem taking his dick, did you?"She continued sobbing as he resumed the slapping of her face which she had earned by her whorish behavior.And now, Percival Abraham Blatter began to instruct:"Number One, you will QUIT your job tomorrow! Number Two, you will be OBEDIENT to me at all times! Number Three, you will teach our daughter not to be a slut like you! Do you understand these rules as I have just outlined?"She couldn't help herself: Her formerly-wimpy husband was now. ”“You haven’t felt like doing anything for the last two weeks. Come on you’re depressing me.”“That’s because I am depressed. I haven’t had any contact with Rita in two weeks, I won’t be back to normal until I’m looking at her or touching her, or something, anything.”“When was the last time you tried to see her, a few days ago right?”“Yep, and just like all the other times, dad was guarding her like a prison warden.”“He can’t do it forever. He has to go to work sometime doesn’t he?”“He’s already. ‘How do you know where we’re going?’ I whispered. ‘It’s not so far,’ he said, eyes still forward. ‘I could hear people coming and going through the front door.’ We skidded to a stop in front of a large metal door. Viktor had his hand on the exit, ready to push to freedom. ‘But where are our things?’ He paused. ‘Be one hundred percent honest with me,’ he said. ‘Do we need to get the gadget back? How important is it?’ Fate ran through my head. I could foresee everything that would happen. If we.