I keep thinking to myself: "I am your pussy! My mouth is your pussy!" Over and over. I loved it. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to fuck my face ...ard and **** my mouth. I loved being his slut, his pussy, his cock whore. I loved every second of it.Suddenly he stops and his dick pulls out of my mouth. More saliva flies out. "Get on your belly now, whore!" he commands as he slides off the bed and stands up.I quickly roll over with my hands still locked together behind my back. My Master grabs. As Steve watched in amusement, Fred landed hard on his chest.More embarrassed than hurt, Fred laid face down on the sidewalk andthought, 'At least these personal airbags came in handy.'Steve helped Fred to his feet, picked up his purse and held his arm tosteady his partner.Steve patted Fred's bottom patronizingly and said, "It takes time to getcomfortable walking in stilettos, but you'll learn. Now giddy up girl,let's get going."Fred gave Steve a withering stare as Steve led off and walked to. Babuji .Itne me uncle khte hUncle: are babuji wo apki bahu bhut sexy h or pyasi bhi to mene apne lund se uski pyas shant kr di h or ap bhi ek mard h to apki bhi iccha hoti hogi ap chaho to hum milkr apki bahu ke maje lut sakte h bilkul randi jesi chodegd ise .Or babuji ka hath pakd kr daya k boobs pr lga dete h .Babuji daya ki nippal jor khich kr khte h sali randi dusre aadmi se chudwa rhi h apne babuji ka khyal nhi aaya ki wo kese apna kam chlate hoge .Uncle : babuji aa jaiye aaj ap bhi apni. I'll see you in the morning then. I Love you." Love you too."I didn't know what to think after that call. Did she really want to stay or didn't she? Was she enjoying herself or not? I couldn't guess the answers from what I had heard on the phone.I tried to watch television and not think about what Jennifer was doing but I couldn't concentrate. I hoped that she was enjoying herself but I worried that something might be wrong and perhaps I should have insisted that she come home.I went upstairs.