7 hai nipple motta hai pahla tu aunty na muja sa yahoo chat ka through baat ke jab aunty mara para believe karma lagi tu aunty na apna cam on kiya or ...um na ak dasro ka cam ka through dekh or aunty poora satisfaction ka baad muja apna email address send kiya ma lucky raha keke aunty mari he state ke thi or mara ghar sa bhi jadya door nahi thiPahla tu hum log phone sa he batya kartha ak din aunty na muja ghar ma balyua or ma un ka ghar chalya gaya aunty na muja galya lagya or kiss kiya or muja. “I want to go back to the hotel now.. And I will inform my Master and “the Group” about this… Take me back NOW” Sir T. slapped my face telling me to shut up and get out of the car. When I did not move he pushed me out the door. I tried to run, but the door was going down. A door to the house opened, Sir T.’s wife and two older teenage girls came out. “Bitch you know my wife, these are my girls, Patsy is 19 , Penny is 18, but you slut will address them as Miss. Hell, it will be lucky if we even. She hunched up slightly off the mattress and, without any help from him, slipped completely out of her housecoat. She heaved the garment aside, letting it sail to the carpet on top of the vibrator which she had hurled there minutes ago. Minutes ago? It seemed like an eternity to her.She spread her legs indecently wide and waited for him to fuck her.His lips neared hers, his tongue poking out to touch her mouth."Yes, yes, yes!" she murmured.She kissed back at him wildly, feeling his penis. This house belongs to a small family know as the Smiths who are know for three things. The first would be there kindness to anyone they meet so long as they haven’t done anything that would have led them to being a criminal. Second was the beauty of the Smith women with some thought to be given with plastic surgery or pure luck. And final thing or more specifically the person was their adopted child, Marcus who they taken in at such a young age.Marcus was born into a family that didn’t want him.