To vo boli vo so gae hayin nahi atee, hum 69 ka stly main late gaa or aik doosra ka land moon main la kar choosna laga. Or hama pata he nahi laga mom ...ab a gaee jab mom bilkul sir par a gae to boli ya kaya ho raha hai, mai ghabra gaya. Didi boli mom tumha bara land lana ka shok hai na mai ap ka leya bara mota land tayar kar rahi haoin, mom na foran apna kapra utar leya, (i was shocked & in comma like 2 to 3 mintues how it happened suddenly, relation changes in few seconds) or mom na didi na. .....like".He was moaning and gripping my arms as I rammed his tight arsehole."It hurts Mr Wallis......stop.....please....it hurts.....".However his protest soon turned to words of encouragement as he began to loosen up his arse and settle into the thrill of the fuck."I like it now........Oh! Mr.Wallis........I love it"."Well lad" I said "I'm going to fill your tight little bum hole with a bollock load of spunk, much the same as you dump your sperm fuck load up my wife's cunt. You don't worry. Her skin dripped with sweat and her back convulsed with each attempt to draw a full deep breath, but the strap would land once again, driving the air from her in a moaning hiss. Her skin blazed hot ~ hotter than she could ever remember ~ and the pain was deeper, different than before.His newness to the world of D/s was showing. His enthusiasm was vigorous, but His technique, while not crude, was at best unpredictable. At first she worried ~ wondered if her trust was misplaced, but at the first. Now committed to the chair her nipples clamped I hold the clamps and twist a little getting some good wiggle, then more pulses making her toss testing the restraints I stop everything and tighten them stretching her body on the chair. I tell her to open and sip more wine through a straw and then some water while I rub her chest and around her nipples, a long breath as the wife reaches from behind open fingers holding Stephie’s chest I grip the nipple clamps and pull firmly. Tensing from the.