So seeda story par aate hai …Mai Delhi mei rehta hoo or meri cousin sister hai jo ki Punjab mei rehti hai uska naam Neeta hai jo ki married hai, muj...e wo shuru se pasand thi pichle dino unke bacho ki holidays par vo ghar aayi iss bar mera attraction unki taraf jaada tha mai bas unke touch karta rehta or unki pix apne saath lene ke bhaane chipkta vo samajh gyi thi ki mai unse mje le rha hoo ek din hum pix click kar rhe the bed par maine himmat kar hath unke tummy par rakha or lund ko unke thighs. I pulled his hand away every time it tried to slide up between my tanned legs, but I kept myself kissing his mouth. I felt wet between my thighs.At the end of the night, the lights in the club came back on and people began to leave. Flirting with Thomas had made me get very aroused…As we left the nightclub, Thomas offered us his company until we could reach our hotel safe and sound. I was not so far; but we all ladies felt a little safer having this black guy walking with us.As we reached. I could see there was still about three inches of simulated man meat to go but there was no room left in my mouth. "Could I fit it down my throat?" I thought as I kept bobbing my head. Deciding to give it a try I brought the head to the back of my mouth again.Trying to relax I pushed a little bit more in. One inch.....two inches.....I couldn't breath!.....I felt like gagging! Here I was with seven inches of love muscle in my mouth and throat. I couldn't give up now! So breathing through my nose. Jacqui soon noticed that they were using old-fashioned metal coins, rather than wristphone payments, to settle up the debt for their purchases. Doubtless this went with everything being so shabby; this was a very primitive planet and it became less surprising that they used slavery here. It was like the history books told in their tales of the eighteenth century, which Jacqui had never really understood until now, when she was to be sold like the slaves in history.The last of the men to be.