Me: Saali tujhe aise samajh mein nahi aayega. Chal randi apni shirt utaar, aur tabhi pehanna jab tujhe samajh mein aa jayega, ki toone kya galti ki ha....Shivani (aansu ponchte hue): Maalik please bata dijiye, ki kya galti hui hai mujhse? Vaada karti hu agli baar nahi hoga.Me: Randi shirt utaar rahi hai ki faad du? Aur sun, agar isko faadna pada, to shirt nahi dilwaunga doosri. Fir tu nangi hi ghar jayegi.Shivani (shirt utaarte hue): Nahi maalik aap matt kariye. Gulaam hu aapki. Lijiye utaar. The cream Anfon applied stopped most of the pain, so I was back in operation at nearly my original form.We searched around the pillbox and found what looked like an access hatch. With some diddling around, we finally managed to get the hatch open. We didn't learn much by our initial look inside. The pillbox was filled with all kinds of equipment that my AI was not familiar with. This stuff looked like it was exclusively devoted to the weapon, and nothing was apparent that seemed to be a seat or. .. suck my dick mom ... please."I took hold of his teenage cock, my eyes glazing with lust. I bent my head and flicked my tongue out. I touched the swollen head of his cock, then slowly ran it over his tiny peehole. It drove him wild with desire."Ahhhhhhhhh... !" His thigh muscles flexed and he cried.I ignored his moans and slowly engulfed his cock between my lips. For some time, I sucked his cock head like a lollipop. Then slowly I began to gobble up the length of his cock. Within seconds,. So we took all clothes and came to my room which was in terrace (Usually maami and mama often used to come to my room and sumith used to come regularly). Maami thrown all the clothes on my coat and she started checking room.Maami: Madduu.. You are too lazy. Cant you keep your room clean? By reducing your excess sleep.Me: Maami. Last week only I swept. Isn’t it clean?Maami: Oh god. Last week? Laziness at its best..!She took the broom and started sweeping. Ahhh in front of me she was bent and.