Fuck me now to bola abhi nhi meri bitch or muje sidha kar k mere muh mai fir se apna lund dal diya main jor jor se choos rahi thi fir usne meri tange ...thayi or meri choot mai lund dal diyaMai dard k mara pagl ho rahi thi bol rhi thi k dheere motherchoodddd..ahhh aaa…pr bola randi chup kar or muje jaor se chodta raha lekin fir dard kam huya muje b acha lagne lga fir usne apna pani bich he chod diya or mere upper he let geya mai uthi or uska lund chusne lgi lund fir se khada ho geya to raja bola. I really mustfind a way to say "no" to Gloria when she starts making these outrageoussuggestions!Fortunately the 20 minute bus ride into town gave me time to calm downand collect my thoughts. Here I was, a 21 year old, heterosexual male, ona bus in Manchester dressed entirely in women's clothing, on my way tobuy myself a party frock; it was all a surreal dream. But, on the otherhand, no-one on the bus was making a fuss, so they must be accepting mefor who I appeared to be. Then, Suzy, whom I. He was pushing his cock deep into my throat while pinching my nose making me breathless and gag over his cock.His cock was covered in huge loads of sloppy spit due to my gagging. Now he took control of the leash and continued his assault while the mistress was pinching and twisting my nipples from behind. After what seemed like an eternity both of them let me go.For the next few minutes, I was gasping for air and gagging on my own spit lying on the floor. I was a mess. My mouth was dripping. Pounds of pot under the kitchen sink. It was grand! Priscilla and I had been together since meeting at a pop festival the previous year. I was standing in a huge crowd watching a jam at a free stage, and she just walked up, stuck a hash pipe in my mouth, and said "Hi Sweetie!" When I turned and looked in her eyes, she smiled, and it was as if we had known each other forever. I spent most of that weekend with her and her husband Tom. The last night of the festival they invited me to move into.