. Unhone deere deere dhakke laga suru kiye.. Mai to jaise jannat ki sair kar raha tha..Unke har dhakke se mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha. Maine bhi apni...gand aage piche karne laga..Maine uncle se kaha uncle joor se dhakke lagao.. Unhone kaha kyu nahi gandu.. Aaj to teri gand ka bosda bana dunga.. Maine kaha fir der kis baat ki…Ye sunte hi uncle ke under ka shetan jag gaya aur unhone dhakke pe dhakke marne suru kar diye.. Har dhakka itni jor ka lag raha tha ki.. Mujhe pain hone laga tha.. Par maje. His hands and feet press frantically across the floor as he does an upside down, arched push up. The temporary relief appears overwhelming to both of them, the dozens of needles embedding her vagina, his shaft, painfully more bearable as the sawhorse handles their weight as the lax chain gently sways in front of her purplish, strapped bound breasts. The sound of another arrangement of Mozart’s surrounding the room as the assistant steps to the podium to continue the next stage of the. He kept quiet to probably see how far she would like to venture. After a while she raises her head and asks, Aap ko meri yeh kaam burah to nehi lag raha hein? Lagnaa chahiye kya?” Aab aap mujhe musibat mein daal diye hein mere pati sahib? Mujhe maloom hein ki yeh kaam zyada tar insaan ko ‘ganda` kaam maama jaate hein. Mein woh chhoti ansh mein hun jo isse buri baat nahi maante hein.Chaliye, iss maamle mein mujhe aap ki saath hona zaroori hein. Chhoriye naa, kahe mujhe sataa rahen aap? So long. Do as I say so I sat on my knees beside her.I could see her lovely boobs so round and full inside her blouse with the mark of a black bra inside the blouse. She then caught hold of my face and thrust my face upon her breasts and said “baby kiss it, suck it, my baby.I was so afraid but when I got this chance I just grabbed her boobs and pressed it with my hands and kissed and sucked it with all my might. She was holding my face there, it was so great a feeling that I could touch those lovely.