Woh sub to us din ka yaad ker ke maarte hain jab aap ne ek baar choti skirt pehani thi aur balcony mein khade how ker chai pee rahe the…mere saath j...tney bhi log the na, un sabka haath aapne aap unke lund per hilne laa tha, who bol rahe the ki eek baar aapne mumme dekha de madam, roz 6 baar muthh maarenge tujhe yaad ker ke….tera pati kitna khush naseeb hai ki aisi biwi mili ki who saare lund khade ker deti hai sirf bahaar nikalne per. Keh rahe the ki i karta hai ki isse ulta lita ker iski gand. He was running a study and waswilling to pay them to listen to certain CDS and come to his officeweekly to discuss them. An oldie but a goodie. The classics never go outof style.It had only taken two weeks before they were putty in his hands and itonly took three weeks before they were walking around campus in brightcolored tights and high heels.Attracting the right kind of attention.His train of thought was interrupted by the headlights of a blacklimousine pulling up to the house.He put out. " I looked her in the eye. "Did you return to texting while driving? Tell me the truth now!" No! I'd never be that stupid again! I learned my lesson when I totaled Michael's Mustang! I, um, I was..." she closed her eyes and sighed. "I was eating this big kosher dill pickle, and I dropped it just as I was about to turn the corner. It bounced off of my breast and flipped onto the floor. I, I leaned down a bit to try and pick it back up." She blushed "It, it was a really good pickle! I had been. Oh, God... It was a neighbour. I didn't know many neighbours, but had a feeling I'd never met this one before.I cried out against his cock, my voice sounding muffled, choked, as his cock slid in and out of my throat. I didn't dare bite. Or did I? I felt the panic rise in me, wondering again if my owners knew what this man was doing. I wondered, too, what the men, my owners, were doing. Where were they? Why were they allowing this man to hurt me?I felt my throat bruising. I felt my lips growing.