We wanted to look like any other political volunteers so that we would not attract any special attention. Ms Anderson was gracious to us and invited u... into her private office. “Can I get you anything to drink—coffee or soda?” she asked as we sat down.We both accepted coffee, and we talked about generalities for a few minutes until we had all three finished the coffee. After that, we got down to business. Ms Anderson signed a contract for our services. I asked to see some of the threatening. This was so outside his frame of reference.“I might attack you!” he groaned.“Don’t be stupid,” she snorted. “You’d never hurt me.”“I might want to,” he argued.“I just want to see it again ... touch it again. I want to rub it again and hear your voice. The sounds you made when Mom was rubbing you ... and then when I did it. I never heard anything like it. It made me feel ... I don’t know... important, or something.” She frowned. “I know you like it. I know you like us. So why won’t you let us. Just a gentle touch with one finger."I could tell by her voice that I was getting to her. Now I was really invading unknown territory,Cautiously I placed my index finger on the rim of the tiny hole. "A little push inside," Yana's voice sounded almost pleading. Inside there? God, what was I learning in this evening, but I did as instructed, and noted the little jerk it provoked in Yana's thighs. How far could I...? But the next moment she was rolling over to sit up beside me, at the same time. Esa lag raha tha ki satve asman pe hu me….Aahhh yes baby..Rukna maat….Aaahhhh.Vo kabhi mere inner thighs pe kiss karta to kabhi apni tongue se meri chut jo chodta…Or bich bich me mere pussy lips ko suck karta.. Aaahhh..Akhir me ,me uske muh me jhad gyi…Or usne mera pura juice pii liya….Ab mujhse or nhi raha jaa raha tha to mene usko upar ane ko kaha and apna lund meri chut me dalne ko kaha…Usne jhat se apna mota lund meri chut ke hole par set kiya n dhire dhire andar dalne laga..Phele to bahot.