I pour some directly in her mouth for good measure, then wait for her to regain control. "Ready for more?" Please, Master!" Wrong answer!" I start p...uring near the edge of the cylinder, and she rushes to catch the water. We play a game for awhile, as I move the can around the cylinder and she tries to keep up. It's great fun, but she's having trouble drinking now. I lean in and kiss her deeply. "Goodbye, slave." No please!" she says frantically. I ignore her plaintive cries and turn the. 30 bje meri aakh khuli to dkha us k bche school k lie nikl rhe thy n mne uth k apna bistr smeta n bhr gya to aunty khti k uthChl ab fres ho ja m tere lie tea bna deti hu n wo hs rhi thi uski smile dkh k m smj gya k wo raat k baare m soch rhi h mne kch nhi kha n susu krne chla gya washroom se bhr aaya to dkha k wo bedroom saaf kr rhi thi uski mst hilti gaand dekh kr mnn kia k piche se pkd lund mera lund fr khda honeLga mje tharak chad rhi thi fr m anty k paas gya n hlp krne lga bed saaf krte-2. “My sister says she has a police report that has your name on it, and it says she broke your ribs.”“I told you guys, I got hit by a car,” I said, shoving Ben into the lockers.Cameron laughed. “Hey Courtney. How did Greg break his ribs in ninth grade?”There was an awkward pause as Courtney looked at her feet. “It was a lucky punch, I think,” she said.Cameron and Ben started laughing, and I had to turn away so I didn’t start beating them up right there in the hall. “I can’t believe it,” Ben. She had a great figure for her thirty-five years: five feet five, 120 pounds, and beautiful firm B cup tits, sensitive to the touch. While she loved sex, she wouldn’t do anything really nasty or daring. Only in her fantasies did she let go of her inhibitions.Our ten years of married life had been happy. The only thing missing was the racing heartbeat and sizzle we’d had our first years together. So it wasn’t strange now that her fantasy about a black man quickened my pulse.In the following days.