Or jab Nisha ne knock kia maine usse andar keecha or door lock kar dia.Usne sabse pehle apne purse se cigarette nikali or dhua udane lagi. Maine usse ...oka yeh dhua mat udao mujhe bardast ni hota. Usne bola really, dekho abhi bardass hoga tumhe or ek lambe kass ke baad usne mujhe kiss karke mere muh me dhua chod dia. Mai cough karte karte enjoy kar rha tha. Fir humari smoke smooching 3 cigaretts tak chali.Ab uski saase tej hochali thi, uski chucia uski choli ko faad ke bahar hone ko utejit the.. Ms. Davis called and cancelled her appointment with him and would reschedule tomorrow. His mother had already cleared the plans with Shelley and was sure Keith and Jim would enjoy the visit.Keith raced to catch up with Jim and they laughed all the way home - with wood in their pants the entire way as well.Meanwhile, Karen lay back on the bed as Ms. Davis continued to work her pussy over with the rather large dildo she had brought along for their playtime together. This had become a near-weekly. I was ready to greet Master’s guests.I had not belonged to Master for very long, but had already been well trained in the basics. When the first man arrived, I was already in my proper slave position; kneeling on the floor, legs spread wide, hand behind my neck. As each guest arrived, I could sense their inspection, and most either squeezed a breast, or patted my bottom. A good slave, however, doesn’t make eye contact unless given permission by her master, so I kept my gaze at the floor.When. Bob, the bartender, came over to me and asked if I wanted my usual (which was a bottle of PBR) and I told him to bring me the beer and two inches of Jim Beam.“What’s up Ryan? You never drink whiskey.”“Got to be a first time for everything Bob.”He left and a minute later came back with the PBR and a shot glass of JB. I knocked back the JB and chased it with the PBR and then told Bob to bring one more shot of the JB. It went down followed by the beer and I told Bob he could take the shot glass.