Kuchh story isme real bhi hoti aur kuchh fake, par meri story bilkul real incident par h jo mere sath kuchh salo pahle ghati.Ab mai seedha story par a...ta hu, us samay mai 12 class pass kiya tha aur holidays chal rhe the. Unka aur mera ghar tak aana jana rhta h, unke bachhe bhi aate jate rhte aur mai bhi aksar kisi na kisi kaam a aata jata rahta hu. Unki 2 ladkiya h, badi wali 10 saal ki aur aur chhoti wali 7 saal ki, unke husband railway m h. Ab mai unka figure aapko batata hu, jise soch kar. ” “Just relax.” She slid onto her stool and rolled between his knees. She held his penis in her left hand and began to probe the flesh with an extended finger where his scrotum hung from his abdomen. It was slow, exacting work. But Anna was good. She probed the perimeter, working her finger under the skin and into the abdominal cavity, exploring with a delicate touch. Her face was so close he could feel her breath on the inside of his leg; a wisp of hair tickled his skin. Her ministrations. I saw her licking her lips and tasting both of our cum which she licked from my dick. And then she tried to get up from bed.I asked her, “Where are you going?”She replied, “To pee”I slapped her boobs as hard as possible and said, “Who the fuck will say Master you bitch?”She smiled and replied, “O…O…sorry Master”I said, “Okay, lets go and pee.”She just winked and licked my dick once more and got down from the bed. I walked to the washroom with her. What she did inside the washroom gave me a. "We need a big favor from you," the blonde said as she wiped the sides of her mouth."We'd like you to come to a party." Well...if you give me your numbers and the address - I'll be there."The house was huge. It was in a private neighborhood in the Hamptons, and I didn't think I'd get past the guards. This was not a black neighborhood; the only things black were the BMW's and Benz's parked on the street and in the driveway. I heard music and laughing as I walked up to the front door. I rang the.