I nodded. It was a good idea. So I padded off toward the guest bathroom and used the facilities. Since I was now empty as well, I took the opportun...ty to do a more through wash-up. Ten minutes later I was back out in the living room, watching as Kari played with Robert's shaft. It glistened with oil. Both of them moved toward me and Robert went to the side table and started bringing over a few items that had been laid out. None of them surprised me. First there was the bondage collar. Iss baar lekin uski harkato main badlav tha , aat hi usne mere pair choone ki wajay mujhe kaske gale laga lagaya tha, usi samay mujhe kuch azeeb lag raha tha . Din guzarte rahe , mera beta bas mere saath baith ke baate karta rehta din bhar , dheere dheere wo aisi baatein bhi karne laga jinse mujhe sharm aati thi. Uski harkate badhti rahi , wo kabhi bhi mujhe gale laga leta gaal pe chumban deta , dheere dheere mujhe aadat lag gayi ki beta ab mujhe jyada pyaar karta hai , raat main mere saath. Dorothy reminded me to fuck her like she deserved. I began with slow but steady thrusting in her; pulling it out till the edges of my helmet resisted to come out and pushed it all the way back in. She was twitching, shuddering around my steel shaft. It was unbelievable to feel how much, she was flexing. Her juices were constantly leaking and making puddles on the bed. After about 15 minutes, I pulled her up on her knees and began shoving in her pussy doggy style. She was in a constant pleasure. Easing two fingers into your cunt, your wetness betraying how turned on you are, resting my thumb against the end of the plug I begin to massage your pussy, drumming against the g spot from inside, thumb using the motion of my hand to fuck your arse with the plug, I continue like this, pushing you to the brink of orgasm, and then I stop, leaving my fingers inside you, as you grind your pelvis down onto the sheets, desperate for release, fucking my hand like the wonton slut you can be, cruelly I.