Riya saadi ke ek haftye baad hi sassural se sher chli jati hai.riya or jay ke saht uska daver ajay bhi sher ajta hai ajay sher me collage me padai ker...a tha.saadi ke 3-4 mhaino tho riya bhut kuhs thi per uske baad riya thodi udaas rhne lagi ajay riya ka khub dhyn rhkta tha per riya phir bhi udassrhti thi uski udasi ka kern uska sex life tha kyun ki jay ab riya se kam hi sex kerta tha uskye do karen they jay ko office me khub kaam rhta tha or dusra jay ko bhot buri sarab ki laet thi.Riya apney. She liked shoes. Maybe I could take her shoe shopping later. Or I could just let her watch while I castrated myself with a hammer. We watched in near silence, the occasional sound of her zipper creating far more tension than the sight of a quartet of gaily dressed minions spilling out of the car. They looked, appropriately, like candy-asses. Candy-asses on steroids. With guns. Big guns. And a hostage, a young woman wrapped in a cocoon of clear plastic wrap. “Illegal enough for you, boss?” . Not that it really mattered if she completed the list for him. That was his thing, her thing was just having fun and finding more guys to pleasure.She did like his idea of fucking one new dick every day, that was definitely a fun idea. But it wasn't always practical; on days like today she needed the rest, and spending time finding a new dick to climb onto would take away from her healing. Healing was important, it would let the Queen resume her duties and allow her to have more days like. He was wasted and I was surprised he could stand. I felt him as he walked up behind me. He was looking over my shoulder. “What kind of sandwich are you making?” His breath reeked and I know he wasn’t looking at my food. “Ham.” He nodded. “Can you make me one and bring it to me?” I cocked my eyes at him. “Sure.” Again he nodded and to my surprise he started walking away. I turned back to the sandwich and grabbed some more bread. Then the counter rushed up to my face or rather I was shoved down.