Achanak mujhe mahsoos hua ke ek ajeeb sa meri choot mein hua hai…. Hai bhagwan ye to Aslam ke Muslim lund ka paani tha…Aslam ne apne hont mere gol...gol boobs se hataye aur meri ankho mein dekhne laga… aur gusse ke jhatke dene laga. Maine bhi uski aankho mein dekh kar iqraar ki ke main bhi yehi chahti thi ke Pakiza Musalmani Lund ka paani meri kunwari hindu choot mein ho….mano meri choot ki pyaas Aslam ne apne Muslim lund ke pani se bhardi… maine apni dono tange Aslam ke hips per lekar uska saara. "Lets go back into the hotel", he says.Gladly you tag along behind him, Daddy has a firm grasp on your left wrist with his right hand. You make it into the hotel lobby. Daddy looks back and forth, scanning for something. He spots it, then says, "This way Baby." he leads you off past the bank of elevators, then in through a door to the lobby's lady's restrooms. A middle aged woman is standing at the sink touching up her makeup. Daddy, still dragging you by your wrist heads into a large. Could she really tell him to stop? Would he actually listen if she did? For the longest three seconds, the moment was frozen again: Bonnie in a compromised position on her back, and Donovan standing tall over her. They stared, and unbreakable line tethering their eyes. Bonnie’s mind burned, straining to determine what she wanted and then the words to vocalize it. Then Donovan stepped back, and again, and again, until he was a full yard away from her. She managed to raise herself up to her. With the chocolate waterfall of hair that cascaded down her back. Discussing the beauty of her breasts somehow feels like an insult to her beauty, but I am obligated to mention it because that is what brought the fantasy that had been growing within me bubbling to the surface. I barely had time to realize what was happening before reality started to fade. In a matter of seconds, my surroundings had been replaced by an identical fantasy world. Everything looked the same, but I now knew I could.