5 inch ka 2ya2.5inch mota hoga( baki writer ki tarah chutiya banane ki machine to hai nahin mere pass 8inch 9inch jaise gadhe ka land ho na ki insane ...abi likht hain 4inch5inch mota abe ben ke lode 4inch ka matlab pata hain gadhe ka land sale gadhe jut bolte rehte hain )maine ab uski chut ke niche takiya lagaya aur land dhere se uski chuth par laga kar aram se Dhaka diya to land thoda sa under gaya muje khud dard hua seema ka haal to kya hua hoga aap andaza laga sakte ho uske baad maine land ko. We have other slaves who will put the food and drinks onyour trays and you two just go around serve. Do whatever theywant you to do." She smiled. So there we were made up like French maids, ball gag, arms tiedbehind our backs, with a tray of food and drinks leaning againstour chests. While we were serving, the men would constantlycaress my ass and the women would caress Michelle's. Some evenwould kiss her. At one point, an older good looking man, askedme to sit on his lap. He took the tray off. “I’m the winner. And you agreed to spend this evening on my terms, did you not?”Poor Frank Leigh. Face to face with a heaving bosom, and a mature hellcat with her claws wrapped around his tie. What’s a man to do?He nodded shyly.“In that case, Mr. Leigh,” she said in her best sultry, posh English voice, “I’m going to discipline you. Sit down!” And she pushed poor Frank Leigh onto the chair with a plush thud of dowdy suit on cream-gilded cushion.“You shall not speak.” She pushed herself between. To see the chubby future bavasaab became a rare occasion for them. They did not expect the chair to be filled at this meeting. The topic remained confidential.Tariq stood at the head of the table. He missed not a single advisor. He saluted each of them with peace and permitted them to sit. The stenographer tapped soft keys. The meeting concerned the Hindu Muslim riots in India, particularly Bombay. One of the advisors began his report.“As we already know, the violence began when Hindu.