Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!Main apne haatho se pakad kar uska sir apne boobs mein ghused rhi thi. Kya maza araha tha uffffffWo neeche choomte huey...mere navel ko choomne laga aur meri nangi choot k chaaro ore ungli ferne laga. Main karah uthii aaaahhhhhhssssssss aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Wo meri tapad ko samajh gaya aur apne honth meri geeli choot pr rakh kar use chaatne laga. Ufffff Zafar, aaaahhhhhh! Aur karo uffffff!WO tezi se meri choot chat rha tha aur apni jeebh se use chod raha tha. Tabhi. As Tom stood there, entranced at such beauty, his legs began to shake. After a very brief discussion, Tom had no problem letting Justin in. Justin figured Tom stood about an even six foot and weighed around the 200 pound range. His hair was balding and what was left was turning grey. Alfred said his goodbye’s and Tom and Justin walked inside. This was Justin’s first time ever being inside a bar, much less, a gay bar. It was dark inside and Tom already had told Justin that his eyes would soon. "I wouldn't mind but it's on rental. Gonna cost me a fortune."My face turned a whiter shade of pale. Offering guilt-laced sympathies, I made a mental note to 'find' his car later and put right the wrong.As Paul headed off dejectedly to the lawn, I went inside and bounded up the wide flight of stairs. In our room, Lisa was facing the window, oblivious to my entry. I stood in silence for a moment, piecing things together. I noted the heavy breathing, almost asthmatic, before it struck me that we. I knew exactly how I looked to my dream man. My slim body arched onto the bed, my outstretched arms pushing me backwards, while my pert bottom was stuck up in the air. The heat spreading across my bottom would be in stark contrast to my otherwise pale skin.I don’t know what it is, but I fucking love being caned. I could never explain it to anyone else, I just love it.A few more strikes of the cane and I could feel myself come.I start to pant into the bedclothes at first, before raising my head.