Issee duran I feel ka muj ko kuch pain hooii hay. Ma cheekkeee us na apnay penis ki toppii meray ass hole ma kar dee I was really in pain and screemed...ma na zoor say apnii hips ko dabayia aur wo farig ho giya. Farig hottay hii muj say kahnay lagga I am sorry for what I did ma next time nahee karroo ga ma na last six month say apnii wife ka sath sex nahee kiya kiyon ka doctor na manna kiya hay meree wife ko vaginal infaction hay. Tum kisse ko nahee battanaa aur muj ko naggii choor kar chalay. I dressed to impress, but I only needed to impress Jake.Suddenly Jake sent a surprising message. 'Chelsea, prove that I own you.'Before I could respond another message came through.'I want you to go into your kitchen, open a kitchen drawer and pull out a big wooden spoon with a long handle. I want you to wash it, then push it into your wet pussy. I want you to fuck yourself with it slowly. Send proof.'I replied, 'what, now?' He quickly responded with 'No, on the bus. Do it for me, Chelsea.'I. “Hazel, you’re one hell of a cocksucker,” David said, as he helped her to her feet, “now take your bra off.”My wife again did as David said and reached behind her and unclipped her bra and took it off as he slid her panties down over her hips, leaving her totally naked. “Now turn and face Mike,” he said. Again my wife did as he asked and I saw his hand move between her legs. She closed her eyes and gasped as he worked a finger backwards and forwards through her pussy lips. “Oh, yes David, yes,”. Deal?” David asked the Mayor.“Deal. Just ... make sure that anyone who has mated with you leaves immediately. Doesn’t go back for their stuff. City Hall, which is me until a new capo is chosen from above, doesn’t want their ... condition to spread. Forget the food court. You can eat somewhere else, in some other town,” the Mayor agreed.“Done,” David answered.“Also, Sister Lisa has to go ... and so do these reporters. We’re able to censor what remains of the Web these days reasonably well in.