Uhone pura land meri gand m nahi gusaya wo utne ko hi ander bahr krne lage meri gand m geeli geeli hone lagi 5 min k baad unhone ek dum se jor ka jatk... mara or apna pura land meri gand m uttar diya ab m chilne laga aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa iskoo bhr niklaoo bhut duk rha ai pr wo mana nahi usne apni speed chalu rki koi 15 min baad unka cum meri gand m chuta bhut jayda nikla meri gand bht gai un ke cum se pir jaise hi unka cum nikla unhone apan land mere mhu m daal diya jaise hi. “I was just thinking about you”, the slut in Amrita replied to her husband.“O baby, I love you. Finish your work and come home, I will be waiting for you”, said Deepak .“Ok”, Amrita replied and cut the call.She knew her husband would again open a bottle of alcohol and get drunk. He wouldn’t even remember anything tomorrow morning and she was having the most fun she had ever had, so why would she want to go back.Amrita switched off her cell phone and threw it away and focused at the task in. Just as my feet hit the floor I spewed “Oh Nick! Don’t forget the pantyhose you left in the bathroom sink!” “Oh my gosh! Dude, thank you! I forget all about that. Wait here for me.” Nick went into the bathroom. I heard water running, then smelled some bathroom cleaner, then the water again. He emerged from the bathroom with the pantyhose wrapped in toilet paper. We headed up the stairs and he asked me if we had any plastic sandwich bags. I showed him where they were kept. He retrieved one from. No answer. I waited a few seconds. I tapped again. Nothing. I slowly turned the handle and peeked inside. She wasn’t in. I stepped forwards and closed the door behind me. I dropped by bag by her desk and waited. I thought to myself that if she didn’t show up within the next few minutes, I was going to leg it and forget that this had ever happened. The minutes ticked by. A cold sweat slowly engulfed as I was locked in place with anticipation. My mouth was dry, and my heart was thumping hard in.