My black heels, my only clothing, tapping on the floor with each twist of pleasure you give me.I feel the brick wall on my back, my hands in steel cuf...s, very tight.My mouth has a ballgag in it and a silk scarf serves as my blindfold. My head is constantly moving, trying to see, wanting to know more.I'm making small noises through my gag, I think I am saying please over and over again. A tickle of drool slides down my chin when you grab my neck and force my head against the wall. You just made. Sam's bulge was noticeable, too! He was a principal, like John, but at a small, private military school in the East. As they were introduced by their host at the welcoming cocktail party at the hotel, John looked up into piercing dark eyes when they shook hands. Sam was about six-six, with closely-cropped brown hair that had just a hint of grey at the temples, deeply- tanned skin, narrow nose, wide mouth, and a body like a young Schwarzenegger! He'd been wearing a polo shirt that molded his. Her lip curls in disgust. He is nothing special. Just another man.Reaching her, standing well within arm's reach, he tilts his head to the side and regards with a gentle curiosity. "What are you looking for?"Her expression darkens. He is arrogant, this one. It will be a pleasure to destroy him. "Nothing you could understand," she says, her tone silk and steel. "Nothing you could comprehend." Oh, I don't know," he replies casually, his gaze meeting hers, his eyes missing nothing. "You'd be. Boss ne maa ka mukh khol kar lund ko uske andar kar diya aur maa lund ko chusne lagi.Jab boss ka pani nikal aya to maa ne use pee liya. Phir boss ne maa ko bed par lita diya aur unke tango ko phaila kar apne lund ka supda unki choot par rahk diya aur zordar dhakka mara to meri maa ke mukh se aiiiiiiii….Ki cheekh nikal gayi kyonki wo itne saalo se nahi chudi thi. meri maa ke mukh se aiii….. aahhhh… uhhhhhh….. sisssssiiiii…… ki awaze nikal rahi thi.Boss in awazo ko sunkar aur zordar jhatke mar.