. unhone poori bottle finish kar dee thi………. Mujhe nahi maloom tha…. Ki sunil itna peeta hai….kyunki isse pehle kabhi dekha nahi tha……�...……sirf unhone bataya tha…………… lekin aaj maloom hua peene ke baad yeh tho ghode ki tarah chodte hai………….lekin bahut maza aaya……mein tho bahut kuch ho gayi thi……….jitna hum sex karte ja rahe the….utna hi yeh badta ja raha tha………kam nahi hua……. Aur karne ki ichcha hone lagi……………… phir ekdum sunil ki awaj aayi…“arre ek cigrate tho jalana” mil nahi rahi hai kahan. The cover snapped into place moments before her mouth engulfed his cock. He looked down, his face a mixture of surprise, relief, and pleasure. "That must have been one helluva workshop." There was an answering nod and a grunt that sounded a bit like, "Uh, huh," but the blowjob never stopped. Clay leaned back against the counter, propped his big hands on the edge, and watched his wife's short blonde hair swaying to the rhythm of her bobbing head. "You'll have to tell me all about it, later.. I was to meet Master at an out of town bar I was told not to drive their but to get a cab, and to dress like the slut that I now was. I chose a very short PVC skirt, which just covered my pussy, which was shaven smooth, a tiny black lace thong just covered my lips, net holdups, 6 inch patent heels a sheer white blouse completed my outfit. I wore a red sheer bra underneath as I thought that this was very slutty, I finished with a slash of scarlet lipstick. I arrived early not wanting to. I could see a small white car with an older man inside. He was looking at my motel room door. I was pretty sure it was Mr. Smith waiting on wife to get done with me. I walked back to my chair. I rubbed my cock with my right hand on the outside of my jeans. I then looked to my left to see the bathroom door open. Mrs. Smith had definitely changed. She was wearing skin tight blue latex or leather pants. She was wearing the same white heels. She had put on a super tight white short sleeve sweater..