’ He responded, that now-familiar twinkle in his emerald eyes. ‘If I wanted to look respectable I’d take someone else!’ I threw my plastic dri...k stirrer at him, watching him duck to miss it and almost ending up wearing his coffee. I weighed up the pros and cons. A weekend out of London would be nice. It meant I wouldn’t have to go home to any painful memories and I’d never been to Weston-Super-Mare, although what I knew about the place didn’t inspire me. The bonus was that it was Guy Fawkes’. .meri gaand lala kardo ge kay.. sudha boli ..haa meri randi aaj me tumhari gaand lal karungaa o bhi chod kee… to chodo naa kisne mana kiya haii muje bhi mazaa milegaa tumhare land se gaad marwane meeePhir mene mere land par thoda thod lagaya aur uski gaand par bhi aur me apna land uski gaand me dale laga ek Dhaka mara to merea adha land uki gaand me chalaga gaya .. use toda dard huaa.. fir mene use aur ek jordar Dhaka mara aur pura kaa pura land uke gaad me dal diya sudhaa bhi mase se apni. Your thrusts grow more urgent, barreling your cock deep into my willing orifice. You are relentless and intent on feeding me. My tongue lashes and I suck hard as you withdraw, relaxing a bit as you plow forward. You fuck my face and I adore every moment of your claiming. I can feel your ass contracting around my finger, your balls tight in my squeezing hand and your cock as swollen as it will ever be. I look up past the vast expanse of your heaving chest to see your clenched jaw, blue eyes. ” Jim had to lie to his boss. He still wore the chastity belt, and there would be no way to hide it in the locker room, so the Racquetball match was just out of the question."Ah, the ol' ball and chain huh." Charles smiled and laughed jokingly.“Yeah, hehe.” If only he knew how right he was, Jim felt his penis straining against the constraints of his chastity belt.“Well, I won’t keep you any longer. Again great work.” Charles gave Jim another nod before leaving his office.On the way out, Charles.