”vaah, kya maal h ! Kalakand numaa ‘chut’ hi ‘kalakand’.Ab seth us kalakand ko chatne lage.Fir anguli maar chatkara liya. Dhime-dhime vo ye ...��chut ka special kalakand munh me utaar mast ho gaye.Jab vo paraantha khane lage tb .. . Oh tb smitaa aagayi aur vo us khane ki table pr ulti let gayi, aur ho gayi nangi . . . Mukta ne seth se kaha ki aap smita ke nitamb pr ye paraantha rakho aur khao, lala, khao! !Seth ne puchha,’ nitamb’ maane ‘kyaa’ ? Lalita ne seth ki gaand pr hath laga kaha, ” seth ,. “Sorry, little Tuesday, but I think sacrifices should hurt, don’t you?”There was only one answer. “Yes, master.”When I lost - and yes, I lost. Don’t judge. It’s hard as fuck to concentrate with what he did - he mockingly sighed while I quivered. “Oh, no, little Tuesday. If sacrifices should hurt, then so should losing. No more orgasms for three days.”I moaned with dread, quaking so hard from his edging that he had to keep me tethered and stand behind me, petting me with condescending shushes. Donald had felt her response, and released her at once, dismayed to realize what he had secretly suspected–that her desire for him was as yet unawakened. ‘I’m sorry,’ he had murmured, slightly embarrassed by the intensity of his own reaction. Rachel felt bewildered by the sudden predatory feeling she had gotten from Donald, but he hurried to reassure her, asking cautiously, ‘Can I just hold you?’ ‘Well…alright,’ she had agreed. So he had carefully placed his arm over her and lay still, putting. I walked through the park on my way to the train station, I say walked when I actually floated, my clitoris was swollen with all the naughty thoughts I was generating, and the elastic was actually getting me off, as it flicked over my swollen bud, I was hot, and on the verge of cumming as I walked.I rounded the walkway onto the straight section of the path, that's when I saw him sitting reading a newspaper, about 600m ahead, distance enough for me to react to his presence, by reaching under my.