. Mai ballu ka sar chucho pe daba rhi huMai; hayeee mere raja aise hi krte rho bassFir ballu mere poore jawan jism ko chumte hue chut pe kiss kia mai ...ur tadapi fir waha kiss krne lga aur meri clit sehla rha tha jaise usne jib daali mai toh pagal ho gyi gand utha utha k jib se chudwane lagiMai; plz ballu ab chodo mujheBallu ne supada chut pe ragadna shuru kia ‘Mai; plz ballu ab daal bhi do naa plz mai chudasi ho chuki huBallu supada chut pe ghiste hue; aise nhi janemann pehle ye bta tu meri hai. I watch her leave, thinking that if I getthrough to the weekend without ending up either in a padded cellstruggling against my restraints or in one of the more conventional kindawaiting trial for murder I'll congratulate myself on a job well done.*Sod's Law operating at maximum efficiency, less than ninety seconds afterKerrie's departure the first of the non-residents, a retired postman namedJack whose lugubrious mutterings concerning the state of the economy arelike a Vaughan Williams fantasia. I wondered if I should say something like how good Sally was at sucking cock for an eighteen-year-old, but decided it might be tactless.As we both watched, I saw Abi’s hand brush over the bulge of her pudenda. She moved her legs apart, and I watched her fingers slip between her legs and start to rub herself through the material of her swimming costume. Her finger pushed into the bulge, making her catch her breath.“Annie,” she whispered without looking me in the eye, “Why don’t you carry on. This morning Philip didn't have any other pussy in mind before late that afternoon so he was all Beverly's. She could do him or even fuck with him if she wanted to. He usually let her control their little sexy times together.Philip loved the contrast in Beverly -- in the way she dressed for work there in his office complex and the way she conducted herself around him. From outward view, Beverly looked and dressed like the normal executive secretary. She was wearing a very nice, professional.