While living there she was being allotted a separate room, the room had bathroom and toilet attached. The house was big and the ground floor consisted...to four bedrooms and hall, along with kitchen. The 1st floor had four more bedrooms, Rukhsana was on ground floor with baby and the rest three bedroom was being occupied by Uncle-Aunt, Salmaan &Shohaib. Rukhsana room was used as guest room along with two bedrooms on 1st floor. Next morning after I returned, Rukhsana went for a bath, baby was. When was the last time she had been in this cellar? He had made some adaptations, to put it mildly. She was in stocks – improvised from a workbench and too tight around her neck and wrists. She was facing the walk-in cupboard, so the main cellar door was to her right. There was something sharp under each foot, so she was f***ed to stand on tiptoe to avoid the pain. That had been Adam’s little wake-up present. Her head was at crotch level. That’ll be the throat-fucking, she thought, without. One time, at a bus stop, a stranger did the stroking. I took off my clothes and sat on the bench with my swollen, engorged, throbbing, hard cock quivering at attention, precum soaking my belly and pubic hair. A woman gave me a hand job right there. The excitement of being watched by a crowd of people, while a stranger stroked my cock caused me to erupt in a geyser of jism. The woman caught it in her mouth and then used her tongue to clean the cum from my shaft. Last summer at the park, I sat. She was seated naked on a sofa, her long legs spread wide open, her cock was semi erect when she began to talk about how she was going to encourage you to finally eat your load.She slowly stroked her cock until it was swollen, then she began telling me exactly how to stroke myself, slow, fast, a little ball play, and then slow again.She kept insisting that I do not cum until she tells me too.I followed her instructions precisely, my cock was raging to explode within a few minutes but she kept.