"Come on sweetheart, show Daddy a little cream-pie baby."I relaxed my muscles and felt the warm gooey mess ooze out of my gapingfuck-hole. It flowed d...wn over my pussy-lips and clitty and I couldhear it drip into the glass below.He assisted me in my discharge by slapping my bum to make me flinch andsqueeze out even more lube and semen."Now my sweet little sissy slut; show your Master how much you love himand how desperate are to please him by drinking this'He held the glass to my lips."Tell me. Main padma bhabi ki tarf hi dekh raha tha par jaise hi unho ne meri taraf dekha main ne apni nazar ghuma li bhabi gussa ho gayi wo uth kar mere pass aayi aur dining table k niche jan bujh k pani gira diya is se pahle jab bhi bhabi petikot blouse me hoti hai main sidhe unka pet chum leta hu par main aaj apne lund ko kabo me kar raha tha padma bhabi pani saf karne k liye niche jhuki unka mu meri taraf tha mota pet latka huwa bahot mast lag raha tha main apne lund pe hathPherte huwe bhabi ka latka. Madison Freemantle, wife of the president of the club. She was known for getting club employees fired on a whim. She was haughty, preening, a bitch in every way. It was impossible that she would stoop to having sex with a dishwasher, and especially a sloppy, overweight guy like Eddie."That's not even worth betting," I said. "She's impossible. You'll never get her to have sex with you."Eddie smiled. "If you think so, then bet me. I guarantee you I'll have it done before five." Okay," I said. "If. I got her a cold cloth to ease the pain in her mouth. We three sat on the sofa, with Becky in the middle, to console her. Once again, a hopeful relationship for her had ended badly, this time very badly. Rationally, she realized that she had seen that Carl was a chameleon. His angry and controlling outburst revealed the true color of his character which, until then, had been masked by his charm. She knew she was better off having him out of her life. Yet emotionally she was sad. Her hope to.