Jennifer and I ventured into the other part of the club. She pointed out each room with a brief explanation as we walked by them. There were private r...oms in every style where one could go, and private one where people could play behind a closed door. Other rooms were more open, with windows so others could watch the activity. Jennifer then showed me her favorite room, which was a BDSM dungeon. As we stood there a host was telling a group of people in the room what they could do, and what they. I leap forward at the last moment….satisfied with the sound of his blade striking the dirt and the crowd laughter. Turning to see…my goodness….look at the size of this one, he nearly blocks the sun. Holding his sword low and his shield tight to his body, northern European, pale skin….maybe a Celt, maybe a German…I don’t know him but it seems he knows me. We start our dance…slowly circling one another….studying…watching…waiting. I can’t see his eyes because of that damned helmet, but he must be. Daddy ne uske boobs to bra ke cup mei se bahar nikalkar chusne lage. Ek madhur sa maza anne laga. Kranti bhi mast ho gayi thi. Uski chut abb kafi gili ho gayi. Uski abhi bhi anken band thi uski. Kranti ko apne hatto mei kuch garam sa danda mesus hone laga. Usne jab apne eyes khol kar dekha to wo apne papa ka lund tha. Usnke daddy ka lund kafi bada tha. Woo itna bada lund dekhkar gabara gayi. Usne apne daddy ko kaha ki uska lund kafi bada hai. Tho uske daddy ne kaha ki ye lund ki wajaha se to. After seeing my boss in the morning, I had an urge to fuck her brains out, but now, this is a fuck for my career!I had emptied the large table present inside the storeroom and requested her to lay on it, with her back on the top. From the outside cabin, I had brought an after-burn gel and started applying it on her bareback.Since there was no fan inside the storeroom, drops of sweat were appearing on her midrib. With every movement of my hand over her midrib, her moaning increased in intensity..