“Now, what do you want to meet her dear sir. We had so much fun talking, drinking and – well – having fun.” The bartender was suddenly paying ...ore attention to Samael than the ruffling noises in front of the bar.“Like I said I want to meet her.” Samael explained, “As to reason; why do I want to meet her, well, that does not matter. I just do.”The man sneered taking out a knife from behind his back, “I think not. Sir, I must ask of you to die.”Everyone moved as one, chairs dragging, clothes. Wo to reena ki tarah ekdum mast maal thi.Uski hight reena se kam thi.Baal lambe the.Chehra gura tha.Hot patle aur gulabi.Usne jean aur tshert pahan rakhi thi.T-shirt bahut patli si thi.Uske boob tshert se bahar aana chahte the.Uski nipple tshert se chubh kr dikh rahi thi.Usne bra nahin pahni thi.Bas tshert to ek bahana tha.Agar koi pakade to sidhee uske boob hi pakde.Boob mano khuli jagah mein jump kha rahe ho.Urvi-kaise ho jiju?Main kuchh bolta us se pahle wo khadi hoker mujh se chipak. "Sh.." said Jack surprised.In his surprise and fumbling for what to do next, his other wrist was fastened quickly in the same way. Now helpless with his arms above his shoulders, Fay emphasised his predicament by straddling his chest with her slight body. "Shit? Oh, quite," said Fay giggling, "Three tight wet pussies that need some attention, I would be bricking it too." Jack lunged upward with a surprised groan, a mouth had taken his cock deep. The violence and firmness of the attention on. She was another young blonde slave nurse, dressed like the one who castrated us earlier. And she was carrying two identical French maids' uniforms and lingerie. She told the three of us to get dressed quickly before we found out how bad those electrical implants could hurt.The blondes each received the same black lingerie as I did as well as a ruffled headpiece and the silky, black maid's uniform with ruffled skirts and tiny white aprons that barely covered their bottoms, or their crotches. I.