I jump, but the surprised shriek quickly turns toa low, soft moan, my limbs writhing to the limits of the rope that holds themtight to the bed. I jump...again as the blinding cold and wet sensation jolts me as He runs anice cube around my nipple… first my left then the right, and I findmyself trying desperately to control my breathing. But the deep, ragged gaspscontinue, and soon I get frustrated with the ropes that hold me prisoner inone place on the bed. I long to squirm and thrash about, to. . Acha laga..Kashish : papa lekin aap ke sharir par itne baal hai ek dum bhaloo jaise.. Koi hissa hai jahan baal na hoon..Papa : beta..chikna jism aurtoon ka hota hai.. Mard to aise hi hote hai…Kashish : par itne jyada.. Kabir ke bhi baal hai.. Par chest par, hathoo par aur tango par.Papa : kyon Lund par nahin hai..Kashish (smiled) : haan the par ab maine shave kar diye hai.. Kabir ka waisehe accha lagta hai.. Meanwhile.. Papa got charged up again and his dick got erected..Kashish : ab papa. We even started smiling at each other. It was like we all were getting what we wanted. We started saying hello to each other but thats all either of us could understand due to the language barrier. I still had the strong desire to fuck a stranger so i took a deep breath and asked my husband how he felt about us asking the guy next door to come round for a drink knowing what it would lead to. My hubby said he was totally cool with it as long as if it leads to sex he wanted to fuck me first. So. "Do you really think that is the only reason that I want you to stay on the case? Because, if it is, you don't know me as well as I thought you did." She started to get up but he put his hand on hers, holding her where she was."No, I don't believe that you even think of yourself at all in any of this." He entwined his fingers through hers, pulling her closer to him. "Look at you, you are barely walking, you've slept what, maybe ten hours all week? And you've never asked for anything from me.".