I’m Sanjay 31 yrs and recently moved to one of the new big apartment near Whitefield. I’m not a master in massaging but when I was in Netherlands ...his was my hobby and I do in weekends.After reading this story anyone interested can reach me at sanjay dot purple at gmail dot com , My apartment building have 8 floors and I stay in 7th floor. Not many people are occupied and this incident happened with my neighbor. Her name is Amruta (name changed) works for leading Hospital as Management Head.. ..didn't look like a cloud in sight. I looked up at the sky as we drove and thought of my recently-deceased wife, Natalie...I missed her...Shannon didn't say anything. He just sat there in his shorts and t-shirt looking out the window.We arrived and quickly got to work. We were both working up a helluva sweat, and Shannon removed his shirt and proceeded to wipe the sweat off his face with it. He was pretty scrawny, and it looked like the only hair on his body was on the sweaty, matted curls of. He rammed his hips into her and locked a leg with his when she tried to wriggle from under him.“Don’t,” he growled. “Don’t ever let me hear you say that you are ugly again. I will not have it.” He lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to hers. This time, the kiss was theirs, and they both found their lips and tongues’ eagerly searching the others to experience the joy of kissing someone they loved.When one of Collin’s hands slid down her side and caressed her breast, she had arched under. “You’re the one who wanted the role play to be as real as possible! I am going to take my time!” Colin laughs at me laying there, tied feet spread apart, hands tied above my head and his silk tie around my neck. He reaches up and undoes the tie, just pulling it off me in one quick motion.With my neck free, I can move my head and I see his beautiful cock vibrate as he laughs.“Oh come on!!! Now?” I nag.“Shut up, I am enjoying. You need to learn that sometimes, gentle is better than rough.” He.