It’s not unknown for slaves that low down the price range to sometimes be just cast free to fend for themselves rather than wasting storage space an... slave-gruel until the next market day, so he was happy to take a few hundred guilders a head, less than a week’s wages for the sort of professional that I was, to get rid of them. Perhaps some of the sluts that Willum had just purchased had even hoped that manumission might happen to them, even if such belated freedom usually meant slow starvation. To sasur haste huve sunita ko apne dono haatho se apne sharir k sath jor se kas leta ab sasur apni ungliya se sunita ki gaand ka surakh(jaha kana hota he)vaha ungli ferne laga or jaise hi ferta sunita ko gud gudi hoti or vo ek ajib tarha se has padti or itraa itraa (laad-pyar) kar apne sasur ki baho me uchhalti ab sunita ne kaha , papaji ab or mat tadpao mai barso se bhuki hu ,to susur ne kaha .ha beta ab mai bhi chod na chahta hu.kahete hi usne sunita ki nighty ko pith tak upar chadha diya or. "Uuuuuugggghhhh!" she gasped as his fingersworked anxiously with the soft, tender lips of hervagina, pulling them apart and running his fingerover her tight vaginal slit. Her buttocks twitchedand tensed, then relaxed with each manipulationof his finger. His long baton of stiff flesh ached with a lustfulcraving and he wanted to bury himself harshlyinto her, shoving as deep as he could go with thefirst thrust, but he didn't want her that way, hewanted her to give in to him, ask him to take herso. Me uske ghar gaya aur knock kiya. Wo blue saree me ayi. Maal lag rai thi. Boobs kya the uske. Gaand itna bada nai tha. But mere nazar to boobs pe tha. Wo dekhi aur boli ayeiye sir ji. Kya yahi ghurte rahoge. Me dar raha tha koi aa na jae. Wo mujhe boli relax. Koi nai ayega. Wo kitchnen me cold drink lana gayi me bi chale gaya uske sath. Mera pair kap raha tha. Wo jaisa fridge me haat dal hi rahi thi. Me uske pecke jaake pakad liya. Wo moan karne lagi. Mene apna lund uske ass crack me chipka.