I'm ... my father gave me to Mr. Carver yesterday so that he can train me." That lucky bastard! He owns more slaves than the rest of us combined and t...ey just keep falling into his lap!"It didn't take long before she was standing there with her dress in her hand. The men looked her over and then explored with their hands, obviously loving how much she hated what they were doing. One of them asked, "How old are you?"They found it hard to believe that she was seventeen. That seems to be. I asked 'who's there,' I felt a breeze and than some one rubbed my head and grabbed my shirt pulling me to my feet. As I stood up the bastard punched me in the stomach so hard that I doubled over in pain as the air escaped from my body. I was sinking to the floor when a knee knocked me back against the wall, the hand caught me as I fell backward. Fingers floundered around my waist, my pants was loosen and pulled from my body. I was forced to the floor on my stomach, someone stumble over me and. I am Hemant working in financial sector. Please email me at with comments/suggestions.My wife and radhika are part of the local club and actively get involve in their activities by hosting and coordinating many events. One day Radika came to our home to plan for an event as part of women’s day. She was wearing a tight salwar kameez and dupatta. Though we didn’t know each other very well, Radika was keen to have conversation with me and was very friendly. I liked that attention as it let her. Kaitlen considered turning around but that would take away the only pleasurable feeling she had, his girth stretching her pussy. After about thirty seconds, Zack pulled out to the tip and slammed into her while pulling her back by her hips.“Yes, oh yes, hard, FUCK ME HARD!”Zack pulled her up and started kissing her neck while he played with her nipples. He moved to the other side of her neck and switched to just squeezing her breasts and kneading them together. After he had pulled out and was.