Sunday Church School would begin in about 15-minutes. There were two older men already there – b*o. Smith and b*o. Jackson – both members of the g...verning committee.“Good morning, gentlemen! How are y’all doing today,” inquired the smiling minister.“Real good, pastor,” replied b*o. Smith.“Doin’ fine, Rev. Mack,” added b*o. Jackson.“That’s good to hear!”“Where’s the family,” b*o. Smith quizzed.“Sandra and Alia went to a cheerleading competition this weekend. And, the boys…Well they’re boys.”“Say. Maine wahi position me usse bajuwali deewar pe chipkaya aur ussane bhi kuch harkat nahi dikhayi meresse door jane ki and next moment mere dono haath uske boobs pe the aur maine dheere dheere unpar apne hath ghuma raha tha aur pichesse mera lund uski gand par dabane laga. Usane apne eyes close kar diye the, jaise hi main boobs jorsse dabana start kar diya uske facial expressions change ho rahe the, thodi der tak main aaise hi uske boobs dabata raha aur pichesse mera lund usski gand pe dabata. Gently teasing with just that one finger. Each circle you make, you get close, but never dip inside. I begin to squirm. You chuckle at this. "What's the matter baby?" I try to wiggle so you rub my clit, but when I do, you stop altogether. When I stay still, you continue. It's a control game we play and I know I've given you total control but I can't help trying to nudge you in the direction I want from time to time. "Patience," you say. I huff and settle down to wait until you decide to do. The nurse gave him the pen and he kneeled down in front of Jennifer. She watched as he pulled her small, tender inner labia out of the fold of her vagina and marked a small dot on each one. The hole would be some six to seven millimeters from the edge. The nurse looked down and pulled Jennifer’s lips down hard. She let out a yelp. The nurse pulled the left lip down and inserted it into the machine she then closed a small clamp with a hole in the middle down over the tender labia. She readjusted.