"You must be a very good cocksucker Giselle, you made it cum." Theyboth left, laughing at the hilarious joke, and he set off towards theother end of ...he room.Quickly he developed a technique of rolling his hips which made the walkpossible, but did nothing to stop the pains wracking his body. The cordsthat held his arms in what was for him an unnatural pose, cut into himif he just let them hang, which meant he had to hold the pose with hisown muscles. His corset felt as if he was being cut it. He ran his fingers up and down my arms, then holding my hands and bringing me close in. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. Both of is just rocking back and fourth to the music. Him and I danced the rest of the night, but not crazy and nasty like most people do at clubs. But close with chemistry. I gave him my phone number and told him to call me. Which he did. A few days later, we decided to meet up and get dinner. We had a nice dinner full of laughs, conversations, and good food.. ”She was making sexy sounds through her lips-“oh…oh…oh…oh….aur chodo jor se …chodte raho mere laal…ghuser do pura lund…tumahari aunty pyasi hai…chodo.”I kept on fucking intensely and squeezing her breasts, fucking her mouth with my tongue sometimes. She was shivering with excitement-“Chodte raho, phad to meri chut, sari mardangi nikal do…..phir ek bar fruits khakar meri gaadn phi maar lena…ye pandarh din…teri aunty tumhari…khush kar do…aah…jor se…”And it was the lifetime experience. After. ”“So what’s the point of it all?”“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”“Just me? What about.