At 7:30 the first ring of the doorbell. It was eight young children with one of their fathers. Nope. The father asked, "Do you want to try to hypnotiz... me?" I told him no thanks. I was elated though. It would work.The bell rang five minutes later. This time it was a pretty little girl with her ravishing mother. The little girl was dressed in a princess costume and the mother was wearing a witch costume. She definitely did not look like a witch. I gave the little beauty a candy bar and looked at. It went viral. This wasn’t one of those videos that showed a cat doing something funny, a person doing something stupid, or any of those common causes for a video to go viral. This was a raw portrayal of human agony. For what? To manipulate the public into purchasing sugar free substitutes (which make lousy cookies).Nothing would have happened as a result of this video if it wasn’t for a second video that appeared shortly thereafter. A disgruntled secretary used her cell phone to capture a. Next day wo thoda late aayi or gym ke jyadatar log jaa chuke the toh usne aate hi mujhe sorry kha. Maine kha koi baat nhi or hum exercise karne lge. Exercise karte hue uski kamar mai moch aa gyi or wo zor se chilayi.Mai bhag ker gya toh wo neeche bethi thi usns kha karan kamar mai moch aa gyi h toh maine uski help ki use uthane mai.Usko uthate waqt maine uske body ko chua toh uske muh se aaaahhh ki awaaj nikli. Mai use leker changing room mai gya or usko kha ki moov yaa iodex lga doon kya kamar. But I forced myself to relax and enjoy. I found that watching her eyes, watching her enjoyment of her anal penetration, was as thrilling as the sensations being wreaked on my cock by her rectum. “Yes, daddy. Yeah, Jay. Right there in Desiree’s ass. Pump it. Fill it up. Shit yes,” she muttered nastily. “Fuck Momma’s butt.”I stroked faster and harder, trying to imagine how she could possibly orgasm from this kind of sex, and trying to imagine how I had managed not to so far. Her thrusting became.