Fir mein ritu ko puri tarah apne aagos mein le liya aur chumne laga. Aur wo bhi chmne lagi. Fir hum 1 lambi lip kiss kiyen. Wo us samay tak pagal ho c...uki thi.Meine apne pe control kiya aur door kholne laga, to wo boli kyoun khole rahe ho, humare bich koi parda nahi hai, aur abhi to sabhi miya biwi ke sath kuch na kuch kar rahe…. Ye sunte hi meine door fir se band kar diya aur ritu ko chumne laga..Hum bilkul ek dusre se sat gaye the , hamare bich me bas cloth hi tha.. Fir mene upar se hi uski. I found a volume of the complete poetry of Rudyard Kipling. Sure, everything he’s ever written is available for free on the Internet, a few clicks away, but the idea of having the printed page is still comforting. The very act of reading, relaxing, napping with a paper volume lying on my chest, that’s still a very pleasant part of life.All this, though, was simply stalling what HAD to happen. We both knew it. We’d both assented to it. All that, though, was intellectual exercise. We were now. You mean hes right there with you? Yeah. I think I wore him out she laughed. Were you a bad girl? I think I knew the answer to this already. Yeah, I was. It was fun. Are you both naked still? Wha..? Yes, why I love it when you wake me up with a blowjob. You should do that to him. He will love it. I pictured her sitting there naked with Brett sprawled out. The image of her taking his cock into her mouth right then had me hard. I started to absent mindedly rub my cock through my underwear. . Usually on these long business trips i buy a pretty girl, torture her until death and then pay a man to take care of the body. she might not even know she was going to die within 17 days. i wondered if threatening her with death would make her suck my dick better.i got up, paused, sat back down. i knew if i looked at her my dick would get hard but at the moment it was pathetically falccid, unexcited by the idea of rape. it would be a waste of money if i didnt use her every night like i had.