Once my head was level with her pussy, I gave gave it a long kiss and I could smell her cunt through the fine material of her shirt. I could feel her ...egs trembling as I continued kissing her thighs and her sighs were stifled in her throat as she held on to the back of my head.“Ohhhh Raj, my son……dont…stop….dont stop….you are driving me crazy…what will my daughter say….Shalini will kill me….my daughter is your wife…we must stop it…aaaahhhh…noooooo…yesssssss…Beta!!!” Yashodha let out a loud. Naively, I believed him until I felt his hand rest on my knee. There were a few other people around and I was fearful of being recognised, we both had a reputation to maintain. It was important to give the impression that this was a professional meeting so despite the urge to close my eyes, lean back and enjoy the sensation of his fingers creeping up my thigh, I somehow managed to keep the conversation going. After a couple of glasses of wine I was feeling more relaxed so when he slid a room. He was good at his torment, she could sense that he loved it, maybe even got off on it. She watched him slowly and deliberately stand and walk to a position between her legs. "Are-are you going to punish me, sir?" She asks, her face flushed, her heart pumping, and her feet beginning to feel numb from being held up for so long.MatrimKnotai: sighs at her words as he looks down on her. "Did you not just here me say that you need to ask for permission to speak slave? Is there something wrong with. No more. It hurts. Please let me go," Wesley implores. "Have mercy… My cock it's so hard it hurts. Please let me get soft." To which the Klingon bitch replies by kicking Wesley square in his nuts. Just as Wesley convulses into another orgasm, he yelps and again his eyes roll up and he passes out as his body tries to cope with the pleasure and pain between his legs. Upon yet again waking Wesley feels something huge and cold shoved up his asshole. He looks behind him to see one Klingon bitch.