Maine bi bagal me let gaya usse kaha pyaar karo wo mere tango ke beche me aagai aur apne boobs me chest par ragrne lagi mujhe bahut aacha lag raha tha...maine apne hath uski gaand par fer raha tha uski chikni gaand makhaan ke jaisi mulayam thi maine jor jor se dabane laga wo boli dhire karo dard hota hai.uski aawaj me bi itni masumiyat thi ki pucho mat.dhire2wo neche aane lagi aur mere lund ko sahlane lagi uske komal hatho ka saprsh pa kar mera lund bilkul taan gaya.aab maine usse kaha ki ise. ‘Y..yes Sir,’ you say, gulping as you do. Yes, you and the Hitachi are old acquaintances. I put the Hitachi on your upper arm first, letting you get used to the vibrations. But you know that won’t last long. As I move the device down your arm and across your shoulders you don’t move, you barely breathe. I run the vibrator up and down your back a bit and you begin to relax and enjoy it a bit. But when I go a little further down your back you get tense again. I smile as the vibrator makes you. I tried not to pay attention to the throwing up sounds because I knew it would make me even more nauseous, but he was pretty quiet. The distraction was better than focusing on the issue at hand. When he came out, he had a toothbrush in his mouth. I looked away out of courtesy, even though I probably saw it all the night before, and heard him grab the boxers from the floor, returning to the bathroom. I got another wave of nausea and flipped onto my stomach to avoid the brightness in the room.. Main adha ghanta jaise taise nikala.thode der baad wo aayi aur boli please kisese mat kehana.maine kaha lekin tum uske chakkar me kaise phasi to wo bataane lagi ki raste mein wo hamesa chedta tha to ek din maine use gali de diya.dusre din unsne mujhe raat me andhere me pakadkar khub masal diya.aur mujhe nasha ho gaya to main use phir milne ka wada kar ke chali aayi thi.phir main wahi milne gayi thi to tumne dekh liya.wo aaj sham ko mujhe lodge lejaan chahta hai.maine usse kaha dekho wo kai.