Voh thodi dare kuch sonchte raha phir bola, “theek hai meri bhi ake sharth hai, ager tum jeet jao to tum meri gaand vohi pose mein maarna jo pose me...n main tumhari gaand mara hoon, ager main doosri baar bhi jeet jaoon to phir main jaisa kahoon tumko vaise gaand maran hoga”.Main to dill mein chahta hi tha mager voh shak na kare islye main kuch sonche jaisa kuch dare ke lye chup hogaya, phir apni aankhein neeche rakh kar bola, “mujhe tumhari sharth manzoor hai, ager main jeet gaya to tumse apna. He didn't seem to care, so I relaxed. After half an hour of her gyrations I was sweaty, horny, and seriously considering taking her to my room. I didn't stray very often in my marriage, but this girl...damn...she just threw her body against mine. She made contact--firm contact--with her hips, her thighs, her hands, her breasts. It was incredible. And the sweat and the heat and the raw hormonal power she had--I would've done her in a heartbeat. She clearly knew she had me in her seductive power. "Right Dave, your turn," she laughed, "Get em off!" Bloody sex maniac," I told her, "Just get your brain in gear and read this." I daren't Dave, Dr. Phillips told me not to do any reading for at least a week, you know to rest my eyes." Aw babes, I forgot." Why what is it?" It's an old policy of your mum and dad's," Angie took up the story." It says that if they die in an accident on the road or in their home, which they were, you two as their sole heirs will receive from this company the sum of. Then with a sudden movement she reached for my pants and ran her hands on the part that was wet from precum, she smelled it and in a shocked voice she asked “Is this CUM!?”I was looking down and had no strengths to say another word, I could feel tears coming out of my eyes.She crunched, looked into my eyes and sais with that frightening deep serious voice again “Strip.”I said no, but she insisted, she said I was to show her or to the entire building, I refused than she almost screamed “STRIP.