We became good friends type both jyoti and Rajith.Jyoti used to come to my home to have gossips with my mom and to gather information about the local ...arkets and surrounding from mom.Interaction started to increase between us.She used to talk to me whenever she used to come to my place.She was a foodie and a shopaholic person.One day while in the balcony I was talking to one of my friend about going to KFC for having some chicken bucket she overheard that and asked me whereabouts of KFC. I. I went to mine but again she had to control the situation with her dominance, 'Stand beside me', and I did, then she looked up at me, then my hard cock, 'Keep wanking it', and pointing to the glass with her red wine in it, 'you cum in there, I will drink it, that's a promise'.'Yes I could do that', I thought, so while she sat with her leg over the arm of the seat where she sat, I pumped my cock like a demented school k**, determined to shoot a big load into the glass and watch her drink it,. And when he did, she gasped out, the sight of his massive, hardened cock sending a mixture of apprehensive chills and aroused excitement up her back. "Goddd!" she exclaimed.Milt chuckled licentiously and gazed down at the jutting hunk of flesh with pride. "Like it, Sugar?" G-Goddd!" Diana repeated as Claudia tittered lewdly beside her. "I've never seen anything like it... even on the streets, and out there, man, you see it all!"Again, Milt made an amused chortling sound and moved toward them,. I'm talking about ridding myself of it even though I don't have it on yet. It's obvious that I'm going to have it put it on me. It must be obvious to Neena too."Vyerka! Your collar. See? It has your name and number engraved on it - just here." Neena's tone is matter of fact. She smiles.She picks up the hateful collar and shows it to me, points out to me the neat script on one side: my entry in their asset register: K AH 101109 RZ my name: вера and my slave registration number: 836-906-368.