5″ laura meri phuddi main chala meri zor say cheekh nikali aur main zor zor say roonay lagi, ohhh plz rehan bahir nikalo bohat dard ho raha hai , mu...hy aisa laga raha tha kay koi talwar say meri phuddi ko kaat raha hai, meri takleef ka us pay koi asar nahi ho raha tha woh jhatkay pay jhatka maray ja raha tha, kuch daier main gai aur takleef ka ehsas kam honay laga, thori jhtkon kay baad us nay apna laura bahir nikala aur aik jhatkay main 7 inch ka laur meri phuddi mainOtar diya meri Phr aik. He seemed to enjoy the works of Graves, De la Mare, St. Vincent Millay and the Elizabethans. On the wall there was one watercolour that caught her attention. It was a picture of a woman in a red dress holding a fan. When she looked at it closely she saw that it was signed ‘Matthijs Maris’ in one of the sticks. She wondered who the painter and his subject were. ‘That’s nice,’ she said when Mo came in and saw her looking at it. He nodded. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘I like it a lot. She always cheers me. “I like guys.” He didn't look gay. I was shocked. I nodded and sat in the chair. I put my feet up where they were supposed to go, and Caleb tied them there. I watched as he tied my hands loosely. “Ready?” Caleb asked. I nodded shyly. I sighed a little and watched as Caleb walked into a different room and then brought out a few toys including a vibrator, a feather, a whip, and a brush. I swallowed nervously. “Why do you have a feather and a brush?” I asked. “Oh, I forgot to ask you,” Caleb. Off we started The trip was a miserable one, rain almost all the way. We had to stop a lot, so the k**s could work off some energy, and we could stretch our legs. We left on a Saturday morning. I drove all day, in the rain, all that night, in the rain, and most of the next day. We were in the Dallas area, when we finally found a motel with an empty room, that had one bed and a cot. With the bad weather most rooms were full. After our evening meal we decided that the k**s would sleep on the cot,.