It wasn't particularly old, nor was it run down, it was simply unremarkable. A plain unit in an area full of them, interesting only in how perfectly u...interesting it was. People came and went, as you would expect, mail was delivered, all the normal things that would take place in an office. To anyone who wasn't absolutely sure what they were looking for it was a perfectly normal building, in a perfectly normal part of the city.But normal buildings and normal neighborhoods don't warrant a. Maine dekha ki bhai loha garam hai aur hathoda marna chahiye to main natak karte huye usse bola ki bhai main jata hoon, meri koi madad ki zaroorat ho to bolna.Yeh sunte hi woh bola ki aap bahut hi decent hai, aap meri ek madad kar sakte hai. Maine bola bhai Sahil tum bolo to sahi, mere se jo ban padega main karoonga. Woh bola ki main kisi bhi tarah Saleha ko aise kaam me pakad lu jisse me usse blackmail kar saku to mera kaam ho sakta hai aur iss liye mujhe aapki zaroorat haisahil ne mujhse. This old gentleman has come to be entertained by you and you can't even make him hard you fucking useless old fat cunt" I looked at the old man. He must of been 75 or so. His limp cock was hanging out of his trousers being supported by the fingers of his right hand. I looked at his face and I can only describe him as an old frail man. He didn't say anything as Dave gestured for him to remove his trousers. "You are a rubbish whore - you can't even make men's cocks hard! You useless cunt" With. He was harder than ever. The sight of her love on his elbows and knees, with his eyes closed and gasping from the swats, his marked bottom and furious erection, drove Amy wild with excitement. She changed sides. Viciously she attacked his left bottom cheek with the belt. CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!… His voice broke with the last three swats. Full force, Amy laid the final five swats across both bottom cheeks. CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!…CRACK!… Paul’s voice broke with each.