Mera lund chota tha or do dhakon ma dhila ho jata tha to vo pyasi ki pyasi raha jati te…hm jis building ma rahty thy wahan nigoron ki bi family raht... te or hmry samny vala flat ma ak nai family,,nigoro family,,rhny ka liya ai,,to nigoro or un ki wife ak din hmry ghar milny ay or hmri apas ma achi khasi bat cheet hoi or un ka sath attraction bharny lagi vo log hmri samny ap ma kiss or hug tk kar lyty thy lakin meri wife asa ni karti te,,phr ahista ahista meri wife ki or nigoro ki wife ki achi. “Would you prefer my tongue in your ass, baby? Or would you rather save it for my cock?”My hands clenched into fists, and I began to fight my bonds once more, mindlessly pulling at the ropes that kept me stretched across the table and at her mercy, my nipples throbbing painfully as they became almost painfully swollen, the holes cut in my rubber bra cutting into my areola.“It’s your choice, baby. Do you want me to make love to you and treat you like a captive princess, or do you want me to. She scooted close to me, and laid her head on my left shoulder. I began to stroke her back, and she let out a small moan. Then, using my right hand, I reached out and lightly grabbed her breast. She gasped and moved my hand away. "What are you doing? There are apartments all around us! Someone could walk out onto their balcony and see us!" she whispered worriedly. "Well, if we make it fast, we won't get caught," I reasoned. I reached over again with my right hand, this time slipping it in her. Each one made that sharp ‘whack’ that would have been heard by anyone walking by our door and more than likely by our neighbours. Carol had wheedled a hand between her legs and rubbed herself as I gave her half a dozen more, interspersed with fondling her reddening buttocks and getting my own hand on her pussy, too. She was wet. “What will they be thinking?” she asked between moans and ‘oos’. “ 'Who would have known she was such a kinky hussy!' ” With that, I tugged her dress down. “Don’t stop.