Jam thoda namkeen tha par maza aaraha tha.Meri ak47 reload hone lagi thi.Chate wakt ek mungfali ke dane jaisa juban se takra raha tha.Jab bhi me use c...atta ruku ke mu se ajeeb si siskari nikaltiuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaalti uuuuuuuuuuu aur choso jor se piyo mera kamras mere raj .Mene apna dhyan ab sirf us mungfali par lagakar chatne laga tabhi uski chut me mano baad aa gai ho aur ek dum se bahut tej ras ka phawara mere mu par chuta.Samajne se pehle hi sara ras mere. Deep inside most women is the slut syndrome, we harbour the prostitute inside our sexually repressed bodies, I'm guessing but I wonder if that's why wives fuck other men in the heat of the moment, at parties and in the toilet, with the drunk husbands of friends, who have made it clear from the onset, that they want you for sex.'Ask and thou shalt receive', so saith the good book, I remember at one such soiree a drunk whispered into my ear at the sink he was going to fuck me and as if for proof. My son had the biggest cock, I have very seen; he must have been eleven inches long and a good hand wide. I had to suck it, I took Toby's cock into my mouth and Wilma moved behind me and started to finger my cunt. I was so close to Cumming and she knew it, because Wilma stopped me from sucking him and said; bobby; fuck your son. Then said; NOW, you slut. So I did.Well I was in heaven, I felt so full and I didn't even have his whole cock in me yet. Wilma got up and grabbed my shoulders and put. I had expected shock; I saw puzzlement."What's that?" Hmm. Think of it as a teaching machine." I led her over to it. When I closed the stocks around her legs, she finally understood, and her expression changed from one of apprehension to one of fear."What are you going to do to me?" she asked, her voice quavering."I'm going to quiz you on what you read today," I replied, fastening the belt around her waist. I had looked over her midterm test and quizzes, so I knew what kinds of questions she.