Bhut badi problem me mai ab fhas chukka tha.choot k darsan b ni ho paye ab lagta hai gand se hi kam chalani padegi. Maine uske problem ko raat bhar ko...bhulne mei hi apni bhalayi samjhi or uske gand marne ko soch kar use ghodi kit rah bed pe baithaya or dhere dhere uske gand k chedd ko ungli daal daal kar failane laga.bhut hi jyada tight thi uski gand.apne lund ko jab b uske gand me dalne ki kosish karta naakam ho jataFir maine apne lund pe Baba ramdev ki patnjali ki pimples ki koi gel thi use. Arthur had, of course, spent a large part of the meeting planting suggestions in their minds to insure their absolute loyalty and to prevent any moral qualms from interfering with their duties.For a moment he was distracted by the emotions feeding back from his bond with Mia, forcing him to contemplate her fate. He would have to destroy her for her treachery, he decided, no matter that he had pushed her to it. He would, however, postpone it for a few nights. Even in such a short time, she would. She unbuttoned the top twobuttons of my pink shirt and reach in to pull my breast flesh on myright side towards her. She then picked up the largest needle I haveevery seen. I was panicked. I could not scream with my thong in mymouth. The chair buckles held me in place. I felt like I was a humanguinea pig.Margo slowly inserted the needle into my right breast and drained allof the cylinder's contents into my flesh. I was now clearly crying. Itwas very painful. Margo just patted me and told me it. It was my aunt’s sister. She already knew what was going on between my aunt me and my mom. Seeing me she gave a smile and asked what’s going on?? Told her “nothing new just the usual. If you want to watch the show come to bed room” saying that I removed my clothes and went to the bedroom. I persuaded her many times to come and join us but she always says no. Apparently, her husband is one horny son of a bitch who fucks her twice at least every day.So, she just came to the room, sat in one.