Everyone knew I took lots of photos of events and special occasions. Well depending on who might stop by and be visiting I might grab some of the priv...te photos of my Ex-wife. Then while they went to our bathroom I would slip them loosely into one of the albums but leave enough sticking out to catch your attention. You would be able to notice that someone in the photo was seminude. Our living room wall at the end of our couch was all mirrors. This would allow me a clear view of the couch from. I still remember the look of rapture on my sister’s face. Then she saw me. Her expression said it all; she loved riding up and down on that cock. I can still picture the way Anil’s cock, as it slapped back against his belly as Mithali Didi rose to her feet. “What Mithali, no!” Anil protested. But Mithali Didi’s naked body blocked his view and he hadn’t seen me. “Get back and ride my cock, you bitch!,” he insisted before he noticed me in the doorway. “Shit! Ashu, when did you come?” he blurted. Throughout this whole episode however, unlike last week, I didn't have the crotch rope that he allowed me in our previous session to obtain my own relief. My hands, cuffed to my wrists behind me, were useless to me throughout this ordeal. The pain that I had experienced was not balanced by the brief moments of pleasure I experienced last week. There had been intense arousement, but not release. I was frustrated. As I lay on my back in exhaustion, physically, mentally, and morally – I tried to. "This is so good," I said, "we should bottle it and sellit." "We could put it in those little plastic bags that fruit juice come in,"Christie said."Or in a tooth paste tube," Kimberly said, "we could call it yummy cummy.I said, "You know those chocolates they have in Europe that have liqueurin them," I queried. "We could put it in little chocolate balls and callit yummy cummy balls. We could have white chocolate, pink chocolate, milkchocolate or dark chocolate ones." Or instead of little balls,.
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