You seem like a smart guy. You managed to hook up with my mom, so you’re probably not a moron. Anyway… basically put, you’re my toy. Whatever...I want from you, I get. If I want a foot rub, you give me one. If I want you to go down, you do it. You don’t question and you don’t get to say no. You also don’t ask. I get what I want. If you want to rub my feet – which, I know, you always do – tough. You don’t get to rub my feet unless I ask you to. And no fucking. It probably should go. She told ok and went again to get help for some recommendation at my school and I said its very difficult for the present moment.She said, she is saving each penny only for his education and wants him to become like me. By this, she was very sad and worried. I kept my hand on her hand and said, not to be sad. And by that time, again my tool got erected after I touched her soft hands. She didn’t say anything when I touched her palm and crossed my fingers along with hers. She was very much. Bhary bhary aur tight tnay hoay boobs oil sy chamaknay lagy . papa ny achi terha mummy k boobs ka massage kia . aur is doran mummy aur papa k darmiyan jo baatein hoi woh is terha hein.Papa(Rauf): shakeela tumhein pta hy na 3 month poray honay walay heinMummy(Shakeela): Han pta hy Laken yeh sabh krny sy pehlay meri kuch shartein heinRauf: Han jaan tumhari her baat maan to rha hnShakeela: Mein yeh chahti hun k Waseem aur mery darmiyan jo b ho woh tum na dekho (Waseem is name k kisi shakhs ka na. "If that's the way she wants it!"Bill came out of the restroom heading back to the bar, to his seat. He stopped dead in his tracks almost tripping over himself. There was a very attractive woman who had taken the stool next to where he'd been sitting, the bartender just then placing her drink, "A long Island Iced tea by the looks of it," he thought to himself. "Pretty stiff drink," he considered, though he was in fact feeling the effects of the three he'd had himself. He sauntered over back.