The moment was near.She parked the car and got out. She went to the trunk and got out her toybag. A nice heavy bag that would only make it harder for ...er to escape myattack. She had her keys out and headed for the door. I had achloroformed rag ready and as the door opened I sprung form the bushesand jumped her, tackling her into the house with the rag over her face.Trying to yell only made her pass out quicker. I quickly shut the door.And pulled her into the living room. I had her bound and. It was for her false hope indeed, as he whipped off the clamp and rapidly, that bradall piercing the soft but tough-skin of the labia, forcing its head through, with the whistled musical accompaniment of a happy man enjoying his work, that never missed a single note. Her body again lifted, and her cry echoed round our room like a gull screaming at a cliff. The ring slid through the bloody hole, and as she was becoming used too, it was clamped hard, with his pliers, and she knew it would. “No,” I said curtly, “I am going to spank you. Come over here now.” Dave looked shocked. “That’s not fair,” he bleated. Not very forcefully though, almost as though he was saying it for the sake of it; just because he felt he had to but knew he had overstepped the mark and was about to pay the penalty. I recognised the tone from when watching my brother tell our Mum he didn’t need to be spanked. The memories came flooding back in to my mind. I looked at Dave and realised he knew he was going to. . Yaar! Kiya hoth the … Phir maine apni jeeb unke muh me daal di aur.. Visa-versa hone laga…. Phir maine unke pure muh ko chatne laga… Phir niche aane laga dheere dheere… Me ab unka neck chatne laga….. Unke muh me dhimi dhimi aawaj aane lagi… Unki saase ekdm tej hone lagi….Phir me unke boobs chusne laga blouse ke uper se hi… Maine unki saare nikal di… Ab woh mere samne peticoat aur blouse me thi…. Phir me unka pet chatne laga… Woh hilne lagi… Karvate lene lagi…. Maine phir unka blouse aur.