Mera gala sukh raha tha , muh se aawaj nahi aa rahi thi. Main chup chap baith gaya.Fir unhone hi kaha , aisehi karte ho ya kisi ko imagine karte hue k...rte ho? Ya fir muze imagine karte ho ?? Bolo…… Main ekdam chounk gaya. Main kuch nahi kah paya….. Kuch pal sannata cha gaya . Fir unhone hi kaha , dekho deepak ye sari bate tumhare dimag me rahgegi to bahot problem ho jayegi , is se behtar hai ki ise dimag se nikal do. Aur ye baate tab hi chali jayegi jab tak tum practically kuch kar nahi. ..” I begged with a sob, my lower lip quivering at the sight of her dreaded riding crop. She was unmoved by my desperate pleas for mercy. We both knew that I had purposely defied her, testing my boundaries with several minor acts of blatant carelessness or outright rebellion. I shuddered, knowing my fate was sealed. Biting my lower lip, I once again leaned forward across the desk, knowing what was expected. I reached back with both hands, grasping the firm twin cheeks of my naked ass and. Barocca reached down and gripped the shaft of her leather-like tool in her hand. It was a lewd and obscene display of passion. The knowledge that she was attempting to impale herself with Barocca's monstrous cock brought out the b**st in Jeanne. Jeanne began to inch her body onto the cock that was precariously inserted in her pussy. The monstrous tip banged against the juicy lips of her pulsing pussy while Barocca's hand directed it home. Jeanne's body was flushed with heat. Barocca. Mendenhall come to the window of his upstairs office and glare down at her, raising a shushing finger to her lips. She winced, mouthing ‘sorry’ up at him, just before the customer shoved his cock in her mouth. Sucking cock was hard. She was so horny she couldn’t even think, much less recall the best way to blow someone. It was all that mean Mr. Menderhall’s fault — she was never trained on correct blowjob technique! Her fingers still desperately trying to trick her pussy over the edge didn’t.