Masochists are hard to find, even for a lucky guy likeme. You can't win them in a lottery. Well, you can, and I have, but I wouldn'tplay with those gu...s if I were you, not unless you're a hardcore masochist,and even then I'd prefer to find my own master or mistress. Those guys, that's the Treasure Island Company Inc. Perhaps you've heardabout them. No? They begun by producing BDSM pictures and films, expanded toselling dungeon equipment and from there went into escort business. That'srisky,. . A part of me wanted my dad to be there to see how passionately she made love to me, and to realize that he was no longer going to get sex he didn't deserve. I had always been competitive with my dad and it was his fault. He was always challenging me and never cut me any slack and now I had his prized possession on top of me. It's funny what you think when you caught up in passion. In reality my Dad would have killed up both but it was nice to imagine my victory.Anne must have loved my young. She sat back and unfastened her bra and let it fall forward. Her B-cup breasts were nearly perfectly round in shape.She saw me admiring them and blushed with embarrassment.I slid my hands under her waistband and squeezed the bare skin of her ass."Ohhhhh, your hands feel so good..."Her voice trailed off as I pulled her upwards, bringing her nipples within reach of my mouth. I began to suck on them."Ohhhhhhhhh" she moaned, her voice an octave higher.Her nipple was stiff in my mouth. I ran my. No.”Me: “Don’t worry, it’s me.”She just curled her lips and raised her eyebrows. I kissed her instantly.After 30 minutes we were almost done with our bottle of beer when Paltu came and informed us that the stage was ready. We finished our respective bottles and left for the room.Me: “All the best darling. Fuck on!”Mimi with a grin: “Thanks. Shag on!”The 6 guys were sitting in the verandah in 2 benches kept one after the other, the grills were covered with cloth, and Babu, Paltu, and Pintu were.