Apni aankhon ki bhaven oopar chadhate hue aur ..” Apne hontho ki unguliyon ko apne aap hi chooste hue mom mere fanfanate hue lund ko dekh kar boli ,...��Chusungi. mai.. choosungi.. Ye to meri hi cheez hai … aaha.. ise mai nahee choosungi to kaun choosega,magar pahale .. aahh. aaooo.. na. Uska ji kar raha tha ki abhi mera khara lund wo mun’h mai bhar le magar pahale wo apni choot chuswa chuswaa kar maze lene ke chakkar mai thi.Lund chuswane ka wada le kar maine apne ghutne palang par tek dono hathon. Yes, Clete knew that she had fucked Mark Denning in his car out by the quarry, but ample revenge had been sought and obtained in drugging and possessing Desirée, the Councillor's young bride of just a month, in an orgy arranged by Priscilla Devereaux. It had been the fulfilment of an obsessive dream that Clete had held ever since he had first laid eyes on the young, blonde choir girl. He knew now that he was hopelessly in love with Desirée Denning and he had every intention of. Then the flogging started. She spared nothing assaulting my rear. “Say it, Ceres, I won’t stop until you do,” she hissed between stripes. I tried to be brave, to find my limit. Sobbing loudly I kept thinking ‘I can take one more, one more’. Down rained the cat, red welts blistering my buns. “Say it, Ceres; just say it!” My throat was raw from sobbing. My cries could have awoken the dead, so loud was I, but I didn’t want to call out that one word that could have brought. With the grav sleds, shooting the feral pigs is child’s play. Scanning the area with IR imaging and identifying each of the targets was second nature to me. Once the target was identified, the targeting system tracks it as long as it stays within two kilometers. Satisfied that I’d identified all of them, I transferred the data to Joe’s nav computer. Then, I had him make a strafing run, letting his targeting system make the shots. I could do the same thing with my scoped rifle, but it took a lot.