That he knew it might be hard for her to contradict him so it would be a secret she kept from herself, that she wouldn’t even know she said it. Nex... he asked if she remembered the time she had woken him up with a blow job. She said ‘yes.’ He asked if she remembered how much he had liked it. ‘Yes.’ He asked if she was his slave and she answered ‘yes.’ Taking a breath, he asked her if she liked giving blow jobs. She said ‘yes.’ ‘As a slave, from now on when you greet me in your home, you should. I had a robust little fire going that already was making me sweat enough to take off my jacket. A breeze was blowing between the fire and my shelter. I rose and moved the wall stake nearest my head to make a tighter enclosure, then put a narrow log across the bottom of the tarp to stop the wind from working its way underneath.I spent the next twenty minutes cutting wood for later as I had to wait for coals. I sat down to appreciate my work. I could hear the wind beating the remaining leaves. Wo apna lund hath mein lekar hila rha hota hai. Tabhi daya aati hai aur kehti hai , ” mere hujur ye kamm mujhe krne dijiye, aap bs let jayiye”. Fir jetha lal apna lund daya ke hath mein pkda deta hai. Aur khud uske kapde utarne lg jata.Pehla wo uske lips pe kiss krta hai. Aur uske baal khol deta hai. Aap sb imagine kijiye j daya khule baalon mein koi sex goddess se kam nhi dikhegi. Thn jetha uske boobs dbane lg jata hai. Wo garam hokar bolti hai:Daya: ab utar bhi dijiye na?Jetha: utarta hu. Jra. It took the fire scene commander five minutes of screaming into his radio and a bull horn to get the water stopped.And the media got it all in full, living color.The crowning moment though, was while the cops were barricaded behind their cars, pistols and rifles aimed intently at nothing in particular in the building. They were waiting for the hostage negotiator and the S.W.A.T team to arrive and darting out from cover occasionally just long enough to pull another moaning survivor through a.