‘Why me, sir?’ she wearily complained to her Deputy Chief Constable. She knew already she would just be a pawn in the game between the Foreign Off...ce, British Intelligence, and the Home Office, the last-mentioned simply wanting it swept quickly under the carpet so as not to overburden police resources. Too quickly, her superior came up with some obviously pre-rehearsed flannel to encourage his star detective: ‘Perhaps they believe that the skills you have honed at our unpretentious provincial. Yyyyeeeessssd meeerrreeee rr aa jjjaaaa…Chusu yeah bby just lyk dat…Yahi awazein gunj rahin thi…Phir maine uski gaand ke niche ek takhiya lagaya or or uske pair faila ke uski choot pe apna lund rakha…Or andr dalne ki koshish krne laga pr wo fisal gaya…Phir maine doosri koshish ki or is baar ek zor k jhatke k sath 3 inch uski chut me utar diya…Uski aankh se aason nikl aaye or wo mujhe dhaka deke hatane ki kosgish karne lagi or chillane lagi ki chod harami meri chut ki ma chod di kutte mujhe chod. ”The Maharani, knew how dangerous it could be to annoy the King. So she continued to suck his cock and massage his hairy balls to please tha King and to keep herself alive. The King could not be annoyed whatever desire he may express and however unjust it may be. So the next night the bahu was produced to the Maharaj. The bahu was horrifed by the monster between the King’s thighs, the Royal Baton. The King fucked her the whole night and the bahu walked with difficulty the next morning when her. She just wanted to feel his young, hard cock cum inside of her. She wanted his cum in her pussy, needed his cum in her pussy. Then she completely astonished herself and the words were out before she had time to think.“I want to have your baby, Rakesh! Please make me a mommy!”“Oh, baby,” he husked. “Yesssss!”Rakesh began to rock his hips harder, ramming his hard manhood into his teacher’s wet, greasy pussy. His hands were filled with her big tits and he squeezed them hard. He pulled and pinched.