Soon my tongue was rigid, stabbing at your tight dark hole, pushing inside the warm flesh making you emit little squeals of delight.Soon, I slid my to...gue down the length of your crack until I came to the bottom of your pussy, and began licking your outer labia. You rolled onto your back to give me better access, and soon my tongue was deep in your pussy, working its way slowly up your slit towards the top. I flicked my tongue across your clit, eliciting a throaty moan of pleasure from you,. I was dumbfounded, how does she knew! The same shit happened. Arman told Sameer and Sameer told Neha! Again my trust was shattered. I felt so low and so shallow! Neha was openly accepting to be cheap; she was cheating on her fiancée and was being with Sameer just for money. But what did I want?? I had everything, enough money, enough personality, enough friends and enough family. Why was I falling in the silt of this Arman who can’t keep my trust?? What could I do, he’s such a cry baby and he. Of course, no one actually takes an interest in my art, but my owner always has some of it on display in her office to show her clients that the advert is for real. She also has a sample of my semen on hand to show prospective clients how unusually high my sperm count is. She also tells them that I have a seven inch long dick (which must be accurate or my owner would get nailed for false advertising). This is meant as an incentive to copulate the old fashioned way even though it's a bit more. The room had the charge of the expectancy of sex now as he stared knowingly toward me. The silence was killing me and I was not ready for what was to come so I tried to stall with some cheap talk."So are you Bi or gay?" I asked trying to sound casual."Well, I'm divorced," he replied and laughed as if that was the funniest joke he had ever heard. "I do prefer men though if that is what you are asking.'I struggled to get my mind working again to think up some more pointless small talk, but he.