The demeaning apparel was clearly indicative of their status as sexual submissives. I imagined they had been coerced into this display of ritual publi... humiliation by their leather clad Masters and Mistresses. The heaving, semi-naked throng of people was an astonishing sight. But then this was a private fetish club and its members were not constrained by orthodox social conventions. I still felt chastened by the experience of trying to gain entry to Club Spank. It had been humiliating,. Phir maine uske gaalo aur hotho ko ji bhar ke chuma, uske thande thandeaur naram naram gaal aur phool ki pankhudiyo jaise naajuk hoth meri ling ko garam kar rahe the. Phir maine uski kameez utaar di, uski aakh mein aasu aa gaye.Jab uski jaange nangi thi tab toh woh makhmal ke bistar par chamakte hue moti ki tarah lag rahi thi lekin ab toh uska aadha sharir nanga tha. Aisa lag raha tha jaise kisi ne ek saath lakho chamakte hue hire bistar par bichha diye ho.Main uski patli patli chikni chikni. I walked over to Robin and placed my cock against her lips. She smiled and engulfed it. Heather must have been learning quick, as my fiance had to take frequent breaks from sucking my cock to let out a moan here and there. Robin stopped sucking me, looked at me and said, “Fuck her, baby.”Heather’s ass pushed up in the air look so inviting and there was no way I was going to be able to resist. I moved down behind her and got a full view of her soaking wet pussy. My hands reached for her. I tied my long hair in a loose bun. When I saw him first I was very impressed he was very good looking, tall, and handsome guy. He praised me as soon as we met there. He was staring at my bun, as it was looking big because of thick & heavy hair I have. He requested me to open my bun & leave my hair open. I felt shy but opened it on continues request. My hair rolled down like a silk on my body. Everybody was looking at me & Sahil’s eyes glued over me.Soon we got married; my husband fulfilled his.