Fir hamari baate vo hi topic pe chal rahi thi..to mene kaha agar aap ko ek baat bolu agar aap bura naa lagao to.. Rupal boli ok thik hay puchho? Mene ...aha rupal mene esa suna hay ke jab bhi koi admi sex nahi mil sakta to vo bahar ki orto ke pass jata hay or hasthmithun bhi karta hay..lekin rupal apko kabhi akela pan nahi laga or kabhi apko apka purana din yaad nahi aate hay? Vo kuchh bhi nahi boli or bas chup thi. Ye sab baat hone ke baad mere dil me ye hi baat thi ke muje rupal ko ek din to. I started caressing my ex-girlfriend’s clit with little pressure and she started moaning even louder. I brought my hand down her clit and touched her pussy sidewalls with my middle finger. Her facial expressions were of pure ecstasy and lust.There is something about watching your girl’s face while you play with her pussy, it is so erotic! I gently inserted my middle finger into her pussy and she was, “Ohh myy goddd aaahhhhh aaahhh ohhhh mmmmhhhhh, fuckkk.” Her moans were probably the only. My knees? You will learn not to question my orders. You work for me! Get on your knees!As soon as I did she walked around the desk, came up to me, and slapped me hard across my face almost making me lose my balance.That was for your smart mouth. She slapped me again.That was for not turning on your pager.She slapped me again.And that was for humiliating my niece in front of others.I rubbed my stinging face while she returned to her seat.Now, let me tell you what is going to take place now.Take. “I want my son.” It was my father.An arm reached through the gap, trying to snag the chain and release it.“Why? So you can hit him some more?”“You fucking Nazi bitch – give me my son.”Frau Schmidt gave a low, calculated laugh. “Ach so. Because I am German you think I am a Nazi?” Her voice slowed, dripping with derision. “You have no idea how wrong you are.” She rolled up her left sleeve, baring her forearm.“Look at my arm. See the numbers? I expect even you know what they signify.” She.