Keep this up Sire and you might actually be able to spar with us!” Thomas’s comment seriously pissed Bill off.Bill had started to advance upon Tho...as when something nudged the back of his mind. A saying he remembered his father talking about. Never go in angry unless you can use the anger to your advantage. An angry fighter is usually a dead fighter. Nodding Bill did his best to turn his anger inward as he started to advance again.Striking with an almost lightning fast attack, Bill actually. Main bhaut dari hue thi..Tabhi unhone apna lund ko meri chut pe dabaya par meri chut bhaut choti thi to wo nahi ghus paya.. Raja bhaiya ne kha oil lagate h par waha koi oil nahi thi tabhi raja bhaiye apne ghar ki rasoi me gai or waha se refiend le aaye or kuch refiend meri chut pe lagay or kuch apne dost ke lund pe. Oil ke wajah se meri chut bhaut chikni hogai thi.Raja bhaiya ne kaha pooja aaj tujhe mera dost chodega..Phir main choduga… Tujhe aaj kali se aurat bana dege hum.. Main man hi man. The bullets sucked my nipples relentlessly, the left one started to ache. He left my sight, when he came back he attached clamps to my scrotum. I cringed as the clamps bit into my skin.He then decorated me with clothes pins, one on each side of my penis which hurt like hell and then, at irregular intervals, he attached pairs up my groin onto my chest and finished by jerking the suction cups off my nipples and attaching clothespins to them while they were engorged.I squealed when the bullets. As the night went on she was sitting between us and was giving me a hand job. She was pumping my cock and then reaching down and fondling my balls. I was in heaven but had no idea that Barry was getting the same treatment sitting on the other side of my wife. I went to slip my hand into her top to feel her left breast which was next to me but his hand was already there inside her low cut one-piece. I sat there realising that another man was feeling my wife’s tits. Was I upset or turned on?.