Now I start my story in roman urdu for better understanding and more enjoyment. Us ka nam Rashida tha aur us ki age 23 thi bohat khobsorat thi goora r...ng 5.5″ height aur 34 boobs patli kamar dakhnay main wo pari thi. Bank main har koi us kay leay tarpta tha wo meri under thi yah JAN 07 ki bat hai meray cell par call aai main attend ki to mughay Rashida ki awaz sunai de wo kahnay lagi sir mughay half leave ki zaroot hai eik urgent kam hai main nay kaha ok u can go. Kuch dear baed phir us ka. Pushing and bumping causing me to work extra hard at maintain my balance. My cock suffering as the bungie cord taut and unforgiving, along with the weights on my nipples and balls moving quickly in response to the abrupt shocks as I was being pushed and shoved.Once the saw horse was positioned to their liking, the man unsnapped the bungie cord, my cock released from the tension swung down abruptly as the weights dropped the pain brought tears to my eyes as I gasped. The group just laughed as. I do wish the whole postman/neighbor stereotype from porn was true because I would make sure my postman came by every day for his daily fuck.My postman loves it, I know he does. He always eagerly comes up my driveway and he always stares at my tits, waiting for my towel to fall. I love teasing him and he always gets my post to me.Something else I do is walk around hotel rooms naked, ensuring that the window out into the world is in plain view of what I am up to in there. I have had people stop. Hi, I said with a smile. Whats that all about? Jackie looked at me. Nothing, I looked down. Class began. Laz was talking about demographics, but I couldnt focus on it at all. I sat at my desk and drew circles in my notebook. I was almost afraid to look up at him. Megan, want to add anything to this? Laz asked. Huh? Oh, no I dont have anything to say, I mumbled. Okay, he continued. He was testing me, I could tell. He knew as well as I did that this was a bit too awkward for comfort, but he didnt.