As time went by we started talking in school as well as through balcony. Slowly and slowly we became friends and after that she started sharing everyt...ing with me I use to play with her younger brother. I use to bring chocolates for her brother and he also was impressed and always kept telling his sister that subir bhaiya is very good and so I had a good impression infront of her. One day suddenly I proposed her and she was shocked. She didn’t tell anything just went back and we didn’t met for. My Master un-cerimoniously pushes my mouth & still searching tongue away , with HIS naked, delectable, drool en-crusted foot , & pushes my head from the back ,into the ground , ignoring my mewling pleas of "more MASTER please just let me , kiss , lick , & suck them more, ppppllllllleeeeeeeaaaasssseee!!!!!! " HE then slaps HIS large. hard , hand , on my raised, almost bare ass , & i quiver , in sweet pain, & delight!! HE then grabs my hair , & pulls my head up , i look up @ HIS beautiful large. However, I knew that their house would probably be thefirst place that would be raided and I needed someone who would be ableto help me hide for a few days.But who? I had no friends having spent my last eight years locked up inprison, and I could hardly count on the kindness of strangers. Of course-my boyfriend. He loved me; or rather he loved who he thought I was. Maybehe could take me to the house of a friend for three days and then I couldmake contact with my parents, who could get me to a. We started talking in Russian about Paris, about Moscow. I told how I admire the changes in Moscow between the 1980s and the present. They clearly enjoyed it. Meanwhile, the cocktail began to work. I felt my blood flow into my crotch, my clitoris swell, the wet vagina. They also had to see my nipples stiffen because they clearly smiled and one of them, a tall bald 50-year-old put his hand on my back. Maybe we will walk in the garden? He suggested. I answered with pleasure. He let me through.