'Give me a good reason why I should not cane you', he asked softly, I had no answer, the g****vine had suggested this tact, so I just maintained eye c...ntact, with a hint of defiance.He was certainly enjoying the session as his eyes would close and I expected to see him shoot onto his tunic, but he would open them again and look me up and down.'Take of your skirt and assume the position', this time he shifted uncomfortably in his seat and I saw his penis sticking up from his clenched fist, so I. He gave me a weird safe word I forgot just minutes after he said. The session started with a slap, and I removed my clothes and handed to him and he went and kept it in a bag and locked it away. He came back and sat on the same chair and called me for a blowjob. I went there crawling and opened his pant with my mouth and start licking his underwear. He was growing inside I pulled his underwear with my mouth and the dick landed on my head, he started to laugh, I went up and start licking his. My wife was front of me and the fat man sitting beside me just a thin layer of glass was separating us. Her eyes was watery because of forced drink. From back they started playing with her hair one new man rubbing her ass over her saree. Prem was telling her to remove cloths again and again and she was just standing in front of mirror so he become angry and pull my wife towards him put his one hand on her breasts and squeezed them very heard I herd the voice of wife “OOOhhhhh AAAAhhhhh. ‘Ummmmmmm, there’s, like, a slot next Tuesday. The computer says that’s, like, um, one, two, three, four, five days away.’ The damn bimbo had to actually count to five using her fingers. What would happen if Marsha paid for her appointment in cash? Would Noor need to take off her shoes to count to twenty? ‘Tuesday works,’ Marsha said curtly. ‘What time?’ ‘Uhhhhhhh…’ Noor repeated. ‘Uhhhh, like, twelve noon?’ ‘That’ll do,’ Marsha said, making a note of the time and date. ‘Do I need to pay.