Tanu ne mere towel ko khol kar mere jism se alag kar diya aur meri chhati par pane haathon ka kamla dikhane lagi. ” Bhai, mujh se vaise hi payar kar... jaise kitab mein bhai karta hai. Mujhe ussi tarah apna khilona bana lo. Mujhe mere harami pati Mannu ki tarah chod ke mat jana Tapan. Mere jism ko apna bana lo, iss par apan adhikar jata lo. Apni behan ki sharir ke ek ek inch ko pyar karo bhai. Iss par ab se bas tera hi adhikar hai. Mujhe bas naam ki nahin asali patni ke roop mein sawikaar kar lo. " Looks like almost everyone's gone now," he said trying to wave his arm toward the room and nearly falling off the stool."Naw, not gone, just out back. The damn bar nearly emptied out a couple hours ago when word got out 'bout some slut pulling a train outside." Billy Ray's eyes opened wide. He knew who the 'slut' was and stumbled off the stool to find her.The bartender wasn't kidding, about half the bar was outside standing around watching something on the ground. Billy Ray drunkenly pushed. Pam and Jaimie both knew what they had been doing and had saw video of one another, but, they froze. Shock, disgust, anger and lust. Here was dear little Jaimie on her knees with a red spanked ass, beautiful long hair falling around her face, perky young tits and hard nipples hanging straight down with her Master standing over her with a riding crop holding her leach with my very thick long very hard cock! Damn, it was hot! Pam was kneeling as ordered, on her hands and knees facing the door. You hesitate, but only for a moment before you slowly and sensuously begin to ravish my neck, a particularly sensitive spot for me. My hand has traveled down to your hip and I grip the belt loop of your jeans urging you to come closer. My silk covered breasts touch your bare chest – my abdomen is touching your abdomen – skin against skin finally, I sigh because that feel, to me, conjures images of our naked bodies touching all over. As best I can, my hand runs up the edge of our juncture where.