.I like your wife a lot aur main use apna banana chahta hu aur tumhe senior manager with double salary uske badle” maine kaha … “don’t dare ta...k to me like that sir…. I am your employee not servant aur ha meri biwi k bareme aisa sochna v mat kyuki wo bohut hi acchi ladki hai” tab wo hasne lage aur unho ne kaha “are rohan gussa mat ho yaar…ek baat bolu?Tumhe pata hai priya mere dost ki company me kaam karti hai”..Aur wo v mujhe bohut hi chahti hai..Ab kya bolu tume..Bas chahti hi nahi hai…mujhe. Marcel thought he knew what this meant, so he prepared himself carefully, even using the nozzle of the shower to make sure he was clean inside for Kris.Marcel rifled through his girlfriend Lucy’s knicker drawer and selected a lacy purple pair. Pulling them on in front of the mirror, his cock erected in anticipation of what was to come. He loved the sensation of the lace over his arse and balls. Marcel glanced over his shoulder to admire his tight arse outlined by the purple lace in the mirror,. Your tongue; dry from the recent lack of alcohol, reached out and made swift contact with Phil`s now almost fully erect penis, its bell-end lightly touching the tip of your tongue…your sense driven wild, you try to think back to the last time you felt like this…Never; is your answer. Phil forces his manhood into your mouth and it makes you gag, but you are persistent, you are not wasting this moment, you have several deep hard sucks on Phil`s cock and love it, but he grabs you and forced you on. Hesaid I could wear it out that night. Everything I wore that night was brand new, from the skin on out. My dresswas lovely; it came to just above my knees and had spaghetti straps. Ithad a low cut neck. It was light lilac with no adornment. I felt sofeminine in it. It was just tight enough to accent my hips and breasts.My hair and make-up were perfect because I spent a lot of time on them andI wore a pair of moms' high heel shoes. We took a cab to the diner; I wastoo pretty to take a tacky.