His thumb brushed over my nipples. Tingles raced down to my pussy. I shuddered and groaned. He pressed into my nubs, pushing them into my areolas. Ple...sure clenched and shuddered. My pussy grew juicier and juicier.“This is quite the nice setup you got,” Clint said. He massaged me. Teased me. He had a hungry look in his eyes. “I like it. Things are going great.”“Uh-huh,” I groaned. He teased me. Twisted my nipples. My pussy clenched. Juices trickled down my veins. My robe caressed my rump.He. " How's Frank?" I say, chuckling into her cunt."Be back about four," Kim giggles. "Which leaves you time to screw his wife, what, another three times?" At least," I grin, and I slide up and get cracking on number one.Couple of hours later she gives me a lift back into town, drops me off near my place. We swap numbers and she kisses me long and hard."Same time, same place then," I say.Meaning see you next Tuesday. Frank's visits to his ailing mother being a regular weekly thing.I can hardly. Jaise hi mera nasta khatam hua Shweta sofa pese uthi aur plate lene ke liye jhuki. Jaise hi wo jhuki main uske top ke deep neck see uski chuchiya dekh sakta tha.Wo ekdm hi dudh jaise gore the. Meri nazar wahi pe tiki hui thi, aur tabhi Shweta ne mujhe dekh liya, usne plate uthai ar kitchen mein chali gai. Mein aur ghabra gaya ki aisehi wo baat nahi kar rahi thi aur ab yeh.Mein yahi sab soch raha tha tabhi Shweta ne mujhe kitchen mese awaz lagai to mein kitchen mein gaya. Shayad wo duphar ka. "This is a restraint. It's called a sleeve," she said. It felt like she pulled lacing tight, forcing my arms together behind my back from wrist to elbow, thrusting my breasts out. Alex, in front of me, continued to play with my nipples; they couldn't have gotten harder. Then, she drew me to the chair. It was a curious contraption. The seat was a good three feet off of the ground. In fact, there was a step for getting up there. But it didn't take long for me to figure out why it was designed.