To usne bola ki aajao der mat karo muje kuch horaha hai to mainjaldi jaake chipak gaya aur use gale laga ke kiss karne laga aur uski gaand peaur boobs...pe haath phirane laga kareeb 2min tak kiss karne ke baad usne mujedhaka deke bed par gira diya aur mere kapde utarne lagi usne meri shirt utariaur meri chati par chumne lagi aur meri pent ka button khol ke usne muh se merichain kholi aur uski is harkat Se mera thoda paani nikal ne laga aur ab me uske samnejockey main tha to usne apne kapde utare. So how it actually happened here it goes i was chilling out with my buddies in my area when Shabana passed and i glanced at her, a friend of mine Adnan had a friend Imran, who was a painter by profession not the M. F. Hussain types but the normal walls painting dude. He saw me glancing at Shabana so he asked “bhai kisko jhadrele pehchante kya usko” (bro whom r u looking at do u know her) i said “haa bhantaai apne yahaan kaam karti hai” (yes dude she works at my place) den he said “bhai yeh toh. No need for you to worry about that. Thank you again for lending your beautiful slave to me for the evening, truly I'm grateful. You may come to collect her at midnight." What are you talking about? I'm coming to your party," he protested."Oh dear Arnie, I simply must apologize. I fear we've had a bit of a miscommunication. The invitation was only for your slave, it was never for you. I mean seriously dear, you could not have actually thought that offer could have included you. Just look at. She turned to look at me. ‘A long walk, you said?’ By the time we got to the bedroom most of our clothes were off. Julia stretched herself across the foot of the bed, her hips on the edge of the mattress. I measured the length of dark wood across the twin mounds, raised the board and brought the polished side down sharply, covering the width of her backside easily. ‘Aaaarrhh. Oow, oh.’ Eyes squeezed shut, hands clutching the bedclothes, Julia gave vent to the pain as the solid wood made contact.