She had seen this before and knew that the hook would penetrate her for a foot to a foot and a half. She knew that she would eventually be out of her ...ind with pain and lightheaded from blood loss and lack of oxygen.Relaxing her arms had two effects. First, she was further impaled upon the hook. The second was that she couldn't breathe because her chest was compressed. She tried to scream. When she lifted her body up by her arms, she found another refinement to the hook. It was barbed and it. I reached her mound and kissed all over it before letting my tongue slide down over her clit and over her lips. With both hands on her bum, I pulled her forward, allowing my tongue to seek out her clit. She was wet and tasted so good.Slowly my tongue travelled from her entrance up between her lips, parting them before sliding over her swollen clit. My hands pulled her to me as she put an open hand on my head, thrusting her hips to get more.I licked her clit, circling it. Her breathing had. Fri jab mera kaam hone walatha uske muh se land nikal liya fir mai us ko kiss karne laga fir uski pussy pshahed laga k kiss karne laga wo siskiyan le rahi thi fir wo kahne lagi ki abbas karo chod do please fir mai uske uper aa gaya fir us k lip p kiss karnelaga fir maine apna land uski bur pe rakha tu usne mujhe dakka de diya mainefir se usko pakda aur sorry kaha fir kiss karne laga wo ek dam pure maal thifir maine usko kas k pakda liya aur achanak ek dam se puri dam k sath land uskikuwari bur. He stopped me, and asked me,”Do you know to dance on item numbers like ‘Chikni Chameli’?”. I was stunned by his question, and said angrily,”What the hell are you talking about? Why will I dance on a item number?” He started laughing, and the what he said was not expected. He said,”Remember Anirban Bhattacharya? He said, that I looked like a whore dancing infront of him, Sujit, and Sarathi, wearing a night dress.” I was taken aback by his openness.And then it all came flashing in front my eyes.