My first boss’ name is Mr. Mehta. He is a stock analyst and runs a brokerage firm in Mumbai. I’m dying to share how I got him to take me left-righ... and centre (of course you all know which centre). I’m one of those types who won’t give my ass to cheapos. I fuck only by my choice. Money is not the only critea; mostly it is the moolah that comes with screwing. I’ll explain that later. Anil Mehta is a 26 year old hunk. He runs one of the leading stock brokerage firms in India and I was lucky to. My hole hurt, but I didn't want him to stop. What was I suppose to do? I needed his cock deep inside me. I got ahold of myself, took a deep breath, and tried to relaxed my ass. It worked, and Tom's cock made his way deeper inside me."You're so smooth. I'm going to distort your little hole." Oh, yes, Tom."Now he was entirely in, and a bizarre sensation of too much and not enough at the same time replaced the pain. He was filling me, deep, and as he began his back and forth movement, his cock. ‘There’s nothing out here,’ He said in Russian, her educated mind translating the words a fraction of a second after they were spoke. ‘It must have been…’ Pfhtt The bullet from her rifle struck him perfectly – centrally in the forehead, just above his eyes. She was already moving as he stumbled backwards and fell to the floor, blood trickling from the wound. Discarding the rifle, her body sheathed in a dark, seamless, form-fitting suit, she ran swiftly across to the cabin. Inside the power was. I am feeling like they will fall off my body”. I said “I am just kneading them softly” she said” but I feel like that”. I told her “your boobs are bigger than those melons we got”, mean time I started kneading her left breast, she leaned her head back on my shoulder and was just making hissssssing sounds and biting her lips. Now I slowly removed her pallu and when I did aunt too opened her eyes and we both saw the amazing. Those two boobs had grown bigger and her blouse hooks were clearly.