Fir usne mera nam pucha main ne bata diya usne sorry wrong ping bol k bat band kar di main ne bhi reply nahi kiya do din bat fir uska msg aya hello ra...esh main ne bola ap kaun fir usne yad dilaya ki do din pahle mujhe msg kiya tha mujhe yad a gaya main ne bola ap ne to wrong number bola tha usne kaha ki wo dekhna chati thi main piche padta hun ya nahi main ne kaha main kisi ko pareshan nahi karta ap ne wrong number bola tha to main ne nahi kiyaFir usne bataya ki wo meri regular reader hai or. “And you?” Beth inquired, in such an innocent tone that Tim was momentarily puzzled. “Hard?” she mouthed in reply to confused look. Tim blushed, “ I’m sorry, its so inappropriate, is it obvious?” Beth gave it smile that said 'Yes’. She stood up, suddenly and in an authoritarian tone that took him by surprise instructed, "Come with me.” The trap: They got in the lift and once the doors had closed Beth stood on tip toe in front of Tim and gave him a kiss, gentle at first and then more deeply. My cock seemed to be getting harder and harder with every thrust. I reached around and pinched hard on her nipple with one hand, slapped her ass with the other and continued fucking her hard. A few seconds later, she came again. I could feel her juices all over my cock as I drove it in and out. If she felt that hot and wet against my cock, I could imagine how well she tasted. I wanted to eat her so bad!I stopped, pulled my cock out, turned her around and sat her up on the copy machine. Before. When she had purchased that one she had also seen another one, a double ended dildo, with a shorter end that could be fit into the slave’s mouth, with the longer, thicker end fastened outward from his face. She began to rock slightly back and forth. Maybe she would have Keri experience it all first, to keep everyone happy. There was no end to the inventive ways a slave could be used … if properly trained. And she wouldn’t even begrudge him making an occasional mess … as long as it was strictly.