Ab me story pe ata hu.bua ke gar rehkar padhai krta hu our me sab se badi izzat ke sath pes ata hu..bue ke bade ladke ki biwi dikhne me kafi hot he,me...nahane unke bathroom me hi jata tha.our uski bra penty sunga karta tha our muth bhi mar liya krta tha.ek din me penty sung raha tha our bra apne lund se laga rakhi thi,mene apna cantrol kho diya our mera sara virya unki bra me gir gaya,me dar gaya.mene jaldi jaldi bra penty ko side me rakh ke naha liya.our me college chala gaya.3 baje college se. I body craved him. I could not contain my desire for him, and I was so shocking and thrilled to find him so receptive. He maybe felt it too!I stripped for him and let him explore my young body. I was surprised by his passion as he engulfed my hard cock. I had never felt such pleasure. I was his, so very much his.I watched him suck my dick, licking around my engorged head and taking it deep into his mouth. I felt dizzy, he was rocking my world. His big, strong hand caressed and squeezed my balls. She dragged in breath, waited, as I rolled the belt and put it back in my bag. I took the crop out, and took the cotton shoe bag off its end. I hefted it and felt the wait, taking care to stay out of her line of sight, making sure there was no noise she might recognise. Ready, prepared, I stepped back, avoiding her foot, noting that it had moved apart from its partner, then brought the crop down on her right buttock in a smooth, measured arc. Leaning forward to repeat the blow on her other arc. It was a dark muggy night in late June, her location New Mexico. The target, Salvio O'Mally, a tough looking orange haired cat. She remembered him all to well. “The Trainer” the slavers called him, due to his particular skill at breaking the more rebellious spirits within the ranks of the recently captured children. She herself spent many an days in his “care”. She fought, and fought against the slavers, and often it ended with a call to him. She had picked a spot, deep within the desert, and.