Ek din main mere distributor ke saath jamanagar me visit kar raha tha. Ek dukan per gaye waha dukandaar or uski biwi dono bethe the. Maine dukandar ko...namasakar karne ke bad apni products ke bare me bata raha tha to usne kaha sir hum apki company ki her product apni dukan me bechte hai. Lekin hame is me koi khas profit nahi milta . Maine uska naam puchha . Wo bole mera naam raajubhai hai. Aur meri patni krishana maine namste kiya. Phir krishna boli sir aap kuchh scheme karde to …. … Itana bolke. I laid on my side, and he got behind me and slowly rocked his length down the crack of my ass.He asked, "Do you want it?"I whispered, "Please. I want you inside me. Please make love to my body. Fill me with your seed. I'm begging. Please."He then began his slow, soft, and sensuous journey inside me beginning with slow, purposeful thrusts that became longer and stronger as I got used to his size. It felt so good being filled up with him. I reached down between my thighs and fondled his balls as. We went back to the den because I didn’t want Stacy or her friends to know what just happened. When we got back someone made the ‘where have you two been’ comment. The guy just blurted out that I had given him the best blow job of his life in the bathroom.” Amy looked at me, I guess to see if I was still listening—I was— and she continued, “I was so embarrassed that he said that in front of everyone. But one of the guys said there was no way I sucked dick better than Stacy and she smiled at his. "I picked up a pillow and threatened to throw it at her, "I said out, Mom, and never call me sweetheart, either."Mom looked dejected, but she did leave my room and closed the door. I kept sitting there for some time, looking at the door, still clutching my round pillow. I felt angry at the world for putting me in this situation. I even felt sorry for myself. I was convinced that my life was now officially over. I cried a little more as well, till I noticed something, I stunk. No not that my.