.Agle din woh market gaya aur apne dost ko le aaya…Woh kareeb r ke jaise he tha….Patla aur kale rang wala…..Meri biwi ne jaan bujh ker mini skir... pehne hui thi aur high heels bhi thi…..Woh ladka meri biwi ke taange dekhne lag gaya aur uska muh khula reh gaya…B: mujhe ghar mein thodi madad chahiye safai karne mein…..Tum raat ko ruk sakte ho help karne ke liye…..Yehi so jaana aur rs 100 dungi saath mein….Us ladke ki aankh he nahin hat rahi thi biwi ke lambi heels wali legs se…Per usne sar hila. Ms. E glances at My’Kuyah’s image on her screen. She leans back against the shower wall, her fingers get lost between her thighs, get lost in the depths of the white soap suds, get lost in the folds of her pussy. Her pussy emerges from the suds like the sun breaking through cottony clouds.Her fingers separate her lips, she fondles her sex, her body pushes back against her hand. MK’s erection lifts his computer from his lap. Ms. E pinches her nipples, squeezes her breasts, her hands make love. She’s on her knees, facing the front door.“Satisfied?” she asks. There’s a hint of an attitude in her voice, and it strikes the coals of my temper.“Shut up,” I hiss.She goes rigid from the command, and then I see her lower half shiver. From the front, I can see the dark mark of the bruise on her face from my slap. She tried to cover it up, but I can see it. I reach out and touch it; she winces but doesn’t pull away.“Show me your tits,” I order. Again, she straightens and shivers all in one. .. Master...' Emir laughed and pressed a finger to her sweet red lips to silence her, knowing she could not be expected to give a serious answer to such a life changing question; it would be forced upon her anyway if he offered the right price to her Mistress, and just hearing her voice was all he really wanted. Her ever so slightly husky tone was sweetly feminine, doing nothing to cool his ardour; the delicate cock and balls were all that betrayed any form of masculinity, and he would have.