She was rather jealous and a little intrigued, especially when I told her how big his cock was!We continued to drink at the bar off and on for the nex... few weekends and sure enough he kept up the patter and chat.On one such occasion he invited us around to his, for a drink, and plainly he knew he had more than a fair chance of ending up in a couple of pairs of knickers as well.We agreed to meet him, both feeling rather dirty for doing so, we were both cheating on our boyfriends by doing so, but. Straddle the bed, guiding my still throbbing and very sensitive penis to your shaved bald pussy.. thanking me for getting her all nice and wet-ready for the action about to ensue. you press down with your pelvis bone and the clit on my penis and start gyrating your soaked pussy against my injured cock. Your clit presses against my aching cock as I grab your ass, moving my body with the motions of your pelvic rotations. you look at my eyes and see the fear and want at the same time due to the. His kurta lifted up till his chest, exposing his big tummy and the gold thick chains that he was wearing.“Ahh Prakashji, ayiye,” he said, but his eyes were all over Bindu. “Der ho raha tha to maine socha aap nahi aayenge.” He added as he pulled back his kurta covering himself. He sat down in front of the couple who were seated in a small couch pressed against each other.Prakash was already sweating with nervousness. Bindu was all decked up. Her pink and silver saree was tightly draped. She wore. Murmur of laughter.Dimillah continued. "We are still going to torture you . . . for real. And there's nothing you can do to stop that. We own you now, body and soul. You are our property, to do with as we please. And it pleases us to inflict pain and discomfort on you. Suffering is the gift required of you. And of that there'll be plenty!"Everyone grinned wide at the sweet, helpless boy. Anticipation for his coming torture so delicious!"Tell you what. Let us make a deal. We will next attempt to.