Please welcome to the stage, Ashley, the big titted cow!? My handler tugged on my leash and I meekly crawled out into the bright stage lights. The cro...d started to clap as I was led across the hardwood stage and then with a tug was urged up on the platform. I whimpered slightly as I crawled up the steps to the waiting metal milking stanchion as the chain tugged at my abused nipples.I couldn’t see over the bright stage lights but knew that there were people out there watching my breasts sway. By this time I had dropped my shorts was starting to leak a bit.He took both hands and placed them on the side of my head and gently pulled me up kissing me deeply. It was so hot in this little room we were both sweating and our bodies just sliding against each other. He stopped kissing me and told me he wanted to be in me. I kissed him again and slowly turned around staying in contact with him as I turned, I could feel his big cock slide across my body as I turned. When I had my back to him he. When I saw her first time I literally felt happy as she was damn hot in red saree with perfect body curves.I had not disclosed my affection towards my Saali with anyone, one fine day when I was having wild sex with my wife (Orally abusing which we both like to do), i told my wife that i love to imagine her sister while fucking her for that my wife readily agreed and from then onwards I use to call her by my Saali name whenever I fuck her, I was happy with this kind of sex and so my wife, then. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..