*********** After what seemed like hours of complete silence and no movement I shift and look up into your eyes. “I love you.” I say. “Michel...e what happened?” “Make love to me.” “Michelle, what’s wrong? You need to talk to me. ” you say in a slightly stern voice. “I can’t, it doesn’t make sense. I don’t know what’s wrong.” I lie trying to cover my irrational feelings. I really don’t know why I’ve reacted like this. I don’t know if it’s about me, about the toys, the spanking or if it’s. Wo khud ko churane ki kosis kar rahe the par men eek nahi suni…Thodi der me bhi garam ho gayi…Or usne mera lund pkada liya….Mene uski nighty utar di or bhuke ser ke tarah uske boobe badane laga…Or uski chut me ungli kar raha tha…Uske chut pe thode thode bal the……Uski chut gili ho chuki thi..Wo mere khade lund ko upar niche kar rahe thi…..Phir usne mere lund ko chusna suru kiya …..Chote bacho ki tarah wo mere lund ko chush rahi thi……Or thodi der mera nikale wala tha or wo pura viraye pi gayi….Ab. I often wondered where a truck driver picks up gifts like that. I was really happy to see Dad but also kinda sad? sad because I knew that in a few days, he'd be leaving on another haul, be gone for a week, come home for a few days, and then leave again."For you, dear," Dad said handing Mom a package. "I'll wait until later to open it, when the kids are in bed. Dad told us a little about his trip, that it was real pretty out West and that he saw a bad accident. He was explaining the twisted. "For those of you who are faithful customers you know therules. For those who are new I will go over them now. You are free to usethe slaves here during your visit. You would have noticed now my boys allwear colored cock sheathes. All but the ones sheathed in red are available.No slave of mine is to be taken off this grounds at anytime without mypermission. The grounds and Castle are your playground, feel free to exploreand if needed take one of the boys along as a guide. We are here to.