But she told me you should wake her up when you get here. But a drink first!" Suzi told me and then demanding.A few minutes later with 2 shots of vodk... in me I went into the back bedroom. Big bed. Claire was seemingly asleep under a sheet. I ran my hand along her calf and said her name. Her eyes opened and she smiled sleepily.And I launched into my speech. We both loved Tracy and didn't want to see her get hurt. And so on. She listened and nodded at the right spots. Agreeing with me. Looking. Hum room pe gaye maine madam ko ek zatke me apni aur kicha aur zamke kiss karne laga madam uuunhh karne lagi…..Madam mere muh mai apni thuk daal rahi thi…..Maine ye jaan liya tha ki madam jitni sundar hai utni hi dirty bhi….Phir madam ne kaha ki mayur muze tumhara lund chusna hai…Maine phatak se pant utari aur madam ne dhaka de ke muze palang pe giraya aur mere lund ko haat me leke sahelane lagi…..Dheere se mere lund ko kiss karte hue kaha ….Aaj raat mai jaise kahugi waise hi karna okkkk….. “Sirrrr please its hot Sirrrr!!!” Master J just snickers, “oh girl you love it and you know it” twice more on my clit with the crop again. ”uughhh Sirrrrrrrr!!!” I yell. Oh man, I feel something between my legs. “He isn’t ohh nooo He isss,”I say in my mind. I feel a well-lubed vib enter my ass “ohh dearrr Sirrrrrr”; I say as I wiggle more on the bed. “Yes girl you love that don’t you? What a slut yes you like that?” says Master J. Next I know He is untying me. I start wiggling my. Rochelle rested her head once again, and her soft hair tickled his chest."A dick-sucking tournament?" she asked."Yeah." Like, that's a real thing? Women actually do that?" Yeah."Another long pause."How can they demean themselves like that?" she asked."Well, how is it demeaning? No one is forcing them to do it. They're competitors. It's like a hotdog eating contest, only with dicks instead of hotdogs. No one thinks the people in those hotdog eating contests are demeaned in any way. Hell, they're.