Jyoti ne ek pink color ki nighty peheni huyi thi, jo age se khulta tha, us nighty ke age ka part bahut deep tha, mera matlab hai ki age ka hissa bahut...khula huwa tha, jisme se mujhe usi boobs ke ubhar ache se dikh rahe the.Aur thoda transparent bhi that oh mujhe uske pink bra aur panty ki chalak mil rahi thi, sayad who jan bujh kar yeh kar rahi thi. Humne lunch kiya aur fir idha udhar ki bate karne lage, bistar par lete lete tv dekh rahe the, par sayad hum dono ko hi samajh nehi aa raha tha ki. They went to missionary style. My master asked me to lick my mistress feet while they were fucking. They both were fucking and I was licking my mistress feet gently like I was cleaning it. My mistress feet was pretty white and beautiful I don’t know why but I enjoyed doing it.They were busy fucking and my mistress was giving moans, I think she is enjoying my master’s dick in her beautiful vagina. They finished the session with huge moans and my master turned towards me and noticed that my dick. . slap as flesh made contact with flesh. There were grunts of satisfaction, whilst his mouth was kissing my ear and neck."Oh god I've thought of little else all day ... Just waiting for tonight ... waiting, knowing there would be two good looking chicks ready to be fucked ... and here we are ... god you're even better than I'd hoped for ... the agency sure knows how to pick its women" he said, then taking a big bight at the back of my neck.It was pointless trying to tell him I was not one of. Amara knew better. A marriage can't last without love. Or at least, not a healthy marriage. She knew that was so far from what her parents had, her father's outburst had come too much for her to handle and she refused to come home as her mother wished her to over and over. Working at the diner all afternoon and into the evening was the only way she could stay on her feet. Though she had very little money, it was enough to pay for the room she was staying in and eat, which was all she really.