Wo madhosh hone lagi mene maheshush kiya ye chij badi namkin hai par dikh nahi raha tha me andhere ka fayda utha raha tha.mene dhire se ush ki shadi k... joda utar diya fir ush ki nabhi me jiv ghuma ke use chat ne laga wo aaaahh kar rahi thi.dhire se ush ka uper ke kapde hata diya ab wo bra or penti me thi me upar se hi ush ke boobs dabane laga wo or madhosh hoti ja rahi thi.fir use pura nanga kiya or khud hi pura nanga ho gaya.uske lab pe fir kiss karne laga uske boobs wow kya kadak kadak boob. " Was the thought that often ran through Chris's mind. Chris was a pleasant twenty-two year old. Anyone who looked at him would think he was a normal boy checking out girls. What he was looking at was the clothes they had on. Clothes he wish he could have on. His mother's side of the family ran a night club and during the early evening he listened to the music and wondered what it would be like to feel silk blouses against his skin or the feel the breeze of wind blowing through a skirt he could. He smiled as she leaned forward and her skirt rode up to just below her ass cheeks displaying her beautiful legs. Buck closed and locked the office door behind him. He walked over to the ladder and gripped it with both hands. ‘I’ll just steady this for you so you don’t lose your balance,’ Buck startled her. ‘Oh I didn’t hear you come in,’ Becky smiled and replied, ‘The papers for you to sign are on Jim’s desk.’ He looked up the ladder following Becky’s shapely legs up to her panties visible. Lucy knew at once that she was a torture girl, a new one, a girl who hadn't yet been told what she was in for. She undoubtedly thought that she had a glorious army career ahead of her, some heroic, dignified role.How sad.Albert would break her. Albert would torment her. Albert would degrade her. He would do what he did best.Lucy frowned because her parents were out - her mother and step-father - and so was Daniel. They were all out. Lucy was alone and at the mercy of her father, and the thought.