"Quit torturing me," I whimpered, "I have to pee." Not until I'm done fucking," Ms. P groaned, her fingernails digging into my chest. Her creamy, whit... skin began slapping harder against my stinging flesh. Using my cock like a toy, she bucked faster squeezing her cunt tight with each backstroke. I wanted to come but the weight on my bladder kept everything pent up. The closer she got to orgasm, the more frenzied her actions, until, finally, she sat up and started frigging her clit. "So good, so. As you are aware, that Pass, along with the Khyber, are the two main routes by which a land attack into India could be launched. Therefore, Her Majesty’s Government think it only prudent that the British Army should guard the Pass.”The Prince gave a thin smile, “On what reports do you base these assumptions General?”The General coughed again, and Major Barton replied, “The report came from no less a person than your own General, Sir.”The Prince looked surprised, “The man you mentioned is not my. Humare naye office ke construction ka kaam chal raha tha aur humne nayi naukri join ke thi. Greater noida main mera office tha. Waise to meri gf thi par nauri ki wajah se wo mere se kafi door ho gayi thi. Ab hum phone par hi batain karte the aur kabhi kabhi phone sex karte the.Kuch mahine aise hi beet gaye aur humara lund maharaj phunkaar marne laga. Use to choot chaiye thi. Office bhi aisi jagah tha ke koi ladki ya aurat bhi nahi dikhti thi aur saara time office main hi jaata tha. Subaah. “I’ll let you see,” she said. “On one condition?”“What’s that?”“That you let me draw you.”I wasn’t sure what to make of that at all, but I knew I wanted to see more of her. “OK. It’s a deal.”She smiled. “Got a paper and pen?”I did have, among my accessories. She took them, jotting down her name, address and phone number. She handed me the slip. “I don’t know your name,” she said.“It’s Mark.”She held out her hand. “Well, Mark, it’s been interesting meeting you. I look forward to drawing you.”I.