Khayr main James k gher ki teraf chal para wo central London main rayhta hay mayn jab bus say us k gher pohncha tu daykha k us k Dad ki wo car bahir k...ari hay jis main Uzma ai hi main door per pohncha bell di thori dayr bad James bahir nikla mujhy dqaykh ker us k chayray say lag raha tha k wo mayra is wakt ana berdasht naheen ker raha mager rasm-e-dunya k leay us nay mujh khayr kayriat pochi main nay us say lambi bat kernay k bjaeay us say sari bat bta di wo yah sun ker kuch perayshan hoa phr. My lace body stocking will give him access to everything he wants to play with, so there’s no need to take it off, but I’ll lose the heels as soon as we get to the bed! His socks are off, but he’s a little shy about the pants, I love that, but move to his side and pull them down myself as I lower to my knees in front of him. His uncircumcised penis springs out, its head protruding from the wrinkles of its foreskin. The bell end is a very light pink, the shaft has nice width, its well veined,. Kean thought so, and he laughed a little at my exclamation. Then he looked at me with a stern gaze and said “that’s no way for a slut to talk to her daddy”.“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I said, this time the shock of what he said setting in and suddenly he slapped me. Not hard, but firmly.“you will do what I say, or I send this picture to everyone” he said, and I knew he had me. “Now suck my cock”.I kind of expected it at that point, and with a somewhat faked defeated groan I got on my knees in front of. Bumping into each other, they scrambled to get into a fighting position. Their shouts came at me. I wished I could understand their language so I could find out what their intentions were."Urgo mistha nagda and stay away" I heard. I couldn't quite believe it, but all of a sudden I could understand what they were saying."You go or we kill" the big guy in the middle shouted. "This our kill. We keep, you go!"That statement meant trouble and I had no time to marvel at my sudden understanding of the.