Abhi pura khada bhi nahi tha aur mere lund se hala bada tha. Mein sochne laga ki jab pura tan jaye tho kitna bada ho jayega.Phir Avantika bed pe chadh...mujhe phir kiss karne lagi, dhire dhire voh hoton se mere gaale par chaligayi aur phir meri chest aur nipples ko chatne aur kiss karne laagi. Voh mujhe ek ladki ki tarah kar rahi thi, par mujhe bohot acha lag raha tha toh meine unhe nahi roka. Voh apne haath bhi mere pure badan pe dhire dhire chala rahi thi. Meri saase badne lagi aur mera lund. So thats what I did, well, actually I did it on Sunday, because on Saturday I spent a lot of the day fucking the cunt and practicing strangling her. I tried a rope and a pillow over her face, and my bare hands. My hands werent quite big enough to do the job well so I settled on a nice silk tie because it was kind of fun to see the beautiful silk sink into her neck, and I wanted to see her face when she kicked. By the end of Saturday, she must have been exhausted but I think she was too scared. Encouraged I gradually moved one of my hands down to her pussy and started gently rubbing and fingering her pussy. My fingers slipped up and down through her soft pubic hair, tenderly probing her slit while my thumb massaged her clitoris. She had indeed taught me the appropriate techniques well. Momentarily I began finger fucking her, thrusting my middle finger firmly deep inside of her pussy. After a few moments she moaned as she reached her orgasm and her warm juices began gushing and flowing. It was that kind of place. There was no law that said you couldn’t … There were hardly any laws at all in fact.Martin found the owner who was more than happy to sell the art nouveau building for a ridiculously low amount of cash. Less than £100 . Martin thought he could’ve got it for less so eager was he to sell.An English pound bought you two hundred of the local currency and a quality whore could be bought for an entire night for ten of these worthless notes.Martin held the deeds which looked.