.Mera munh us salee kutte nee band kiya hua thaa me chilaa bhe nahe saktee thee……………..aur mere shareer ko usnee jakad rakha thaa…………...mee chaah kar bhee chatpata bhe nhee sakte thee………………..chut se ab blood bhee aane lag gya thaa…………..mere ankho se aansu aa rhe thee par us rakshas ne koe daya nahe dikhyee………………………mere man hua ke pas besudh lete hue Nikhil ko laat marker jagaa duu…………………Par feer ye vichar man me aya ke khe dono jhagad na padee aur next chudaye kee kahnee yhee khatam na ho. It had an open floor plan; the living room dining room and kitchen were all combined into one spacious room centrally located. Off to one side was the master bedroom suite which included a large bedroom, a huge bathroom, with a sunken spa tub and a large separate shower. On the other side of the bathroom was a large walk-in closet. The other side of the house consisted of a large guest bathroom, a bathroom with a private entrance from the bedroom and an entrance from the hall, and a large den,. (As nature intended)I objected to Carls Number 2. Whilst this would be extremely unusual for me and maybe Martin too, it was pretty routine for Carl.Martin, who had by now nominated himself as judge and jury, overruled my objection. Instead he said if he and I had to sleep with some one of the same sex, Carl, being gay, would have to sleep with some one of the opposite sex. Carls’ face dropped.Martins tasks were:Visit a BDSM Dungeon and get pegged.Sleep with a double amputeeJoin a swinging. ''''Harder'' I whispered and was some how backed against the wall, with your hand behind my head to take the impact. Your rigid body covered mine. Good, you're getting aggressive.A tight and aching coil was rapturously unfurling with each determined shove. ''Don't stop'' I pleaded. For the first time in what seems like ages I'm going to climax.Almost reading my mind, You ask, ''Can I make you...cum like this?''''Yes!'' I cry against your mouth. ''Keep going! I need you too!''''Need?'' You.