Dekh kaise masti mein sir utha raha hai aaj nai choot ko pa kar, hai meri bhanji bhi puri masti mein hai chudane ke liye, ab aram se pel do apna musal...lund isski kunwari choot mein, kion beti tu chudwana chahti hai ki nahin, Shanti?” Shanti ke muhn se ek shabd nahin nikla raha tha. Vo chup chap apne mausa ke lund ko muthia rahi thee. Aakhir vo bol padi,’ haaan mausi ab main chudwana chahti hoon. Meri choot aag mein jal rahi hai. Mausa ji ka lund hi ab isski aag bujha sakta hai, han mausa ji. This reminded me of the way the shoplifter had been immobilized the other night for my pleasure. Only that it was being done not to a single woman but to a whole group of women. And, as with the shoplifter, each woman appeared to have some device in her mouth that prevented her from closing her teeth!"We call this 'Fellatio Row' ", he said."Are these penal slaves then?" I asked."No indeed Mr. Steelforth! They are all women indentured for debt who have committed no crime at all!" How is that. I needed - I needed - a shower! That was it! A shower would cool me down, wash away the dirty images and thoughts.I carried a fresh set of clothes into the bathroom, stripped and turned on the water. Getting the old farm house with the tiny rooms completely renovated and turned into an modern, spacious home must have cost Kayla a fortune. I still wasn’t sure what she did for a living. She sometimes mentioned photos and movies, but she never got specific, claiming that work was work and private. You could see Jeff's momentary look of "O what am I doing, what have Igotten myself into" shock, but Rafe was no doubt used to this kind offeminine vacillation and he wasn't allowing the suddenly shy sissy anytime for second thoughts.He started playing with Jeff's tits, taking one out of the low-cutbodice of the sissy's dress and sucking on the pink swollen nipple. Youcould see Jeff nearly swoon with pleasure.Jeff's hand was moving over the front of Rafe's jeans all by itself. "Iwas just going.