“Fuck my gaand, fuck my horny little gaand!” she pleaded, almost screaming out the words. “My gaand’s so horny, Mastram! Oh, fuck, oh, yes, my...gaand needs your lund!” Then Mastram came down very hard, suddenly ramming every inch of his immense lund into the tender, gripping warmth of her gaand channel. Geeta bucked violently, almost unable to bear the pleasure coursing through her bowels. Mastram lay motionless on top of her, letting her itchy gaandter suck and spasm around his lund meat.“Fuck. ..for bolting from me...for any reason whatsoever, if I choose or not...it doesn't matter...you live for my attention, no matter how I dispense it...gently and lovingly...or like this"... "You do know you're to be punished, Megan" "Yes I know Master" "You need to be punished...to show that you're aware of being wrong...being bad... needing to show me you're willing to take what I give you...so you'll try harder next time to please me. Also pretty slave, you do this because you know I enjoy. Hi Greg nice to meet u I said same here Jan he said,his eyes quickly focusing on my partly opened blouse. Rite Chris I said, get Greg a drink ill be upstairs getting changed, did Chris tell u we're off to a bday party tonite a girl in bike club is 50,yeh he said replied Greg,ill just have an orange juice please. I went upstairs leaving them chatting about football and looked at my clothes I was going to wear. I picked up my new black bra and decided nope, not tonite, so I then put on my black. On the contrary, I considered myself lucky.We landed in Paris at seven in the evening. Paris was so different. Everyone lady there looked sexy as if there was a fashion show going on. I could feel my trip here would keep me horny throughout! I think my wife noticed too and winked at me.We check in to our hotel and I was asleep seconds after hitting the bed as I was tired from the long flight.It was one in the morning when my wife Renu woke me up.“Let’s go for a walk.”“Are you mad, Renu? It’s.