Me: Riya, Iskey aage yahan risky hai.R: Han! Ab kya karey? Kahan jaayein?(Toh mujhe yaad aya ke mere friend ka flat hai chandigarh mei hi and woh day ...ei job par chala jata hai toh flat khaali rehta hai and maine ussey fon krke pucha and woh maan gya)Me: Riya! Friend toh flat dene ko taiyaar h, tumhe koi problem toh nahi?R: Nahi Sahil! I trust you.Toh hum wahan se fatafat nikle, maine apne friend se keys collect ki aur uske flat mei chale gyee. Flat phuchte hi mai paani lene kitchen mei gya aur. "Did you ask for permission", I asked, well knowing the answer to the question. "Mm-mmh" she replied. "We can't have that" I said, grabbing the whip from the closet. "We're going to count to ten, you and I" I said, and started whipping her behind.For each count, I increased the force. At the end her ass was glowing red. Her breathing had intensified.I pulled her gag ball out of her mouth, letting it dangle below her jaw. "You will always ask for permission before you orgasm, understood?" I told. I assume you wrote down all of Miss Swann's information somewhere as well; anything at all that documents Phoebe being here, or where she went when she left here." Forgive me agent Hampton, but could I please see your identification?" I'm sorry, of course you can." She handed it to him and he examined it carefully before handing it back. "Thank you for asking, Pastor, I hate it when people take my word for it. I'll cut right to the chase; Phoebe's life is in danger. I cannot give you any. Though, if she really focused, maybe she could count how many men were inside of her. She was glad her friends managed to convince her to come to this party, it was certainly the most fun she’s had in awhile.She closed her eyes, focusing on the job at hand, and in her hands. Her soft fingers rubbed the massive members as fast as she could, feeling her body shake and shiver with every thrust that was made by the two men at her backside. One giant cock after another, slamming themselves inside of.