Aur unki choot ke theek paas main aa gaya…ab didi fersh per peeth ke bal leti thi…dono taangen poori faili hui aur choot ke theek paas main main t...a shaving brush liye hue….maine jhanton pe hath fera aur fir brush lagay…didi ka poora badan kaanp sa gaya…didi ki kamar apne aap uper neeche hone lagai…mujhe pata chal gaya ki ab maja lene ki bari hai…maine badastoor shaving brush didi ki jhanton per firaya…aur fir dheere se maine brush ko didi ki chut per rakha…brush jaise hi didi ki jhanton se. "Where are you?! What are you?!" Tsk, tsk, tsk, one question at a time now my dear." It said with a sickly venom in its voice."What are you?" She asked more defiantly and more anger in her voice."I was only a dancer, I knew not about the sins of man, nor the suffrage women suffered for it. Someone said there was a lost horizon. Many of us sought it out. Many of us saw. Most turned back scared like rabbits. Some of us stayed, entrapped by the magic of it all, by the temptation. We traded it all. Not sure why, but I just didn't care. Or maybe I did care and wanted it in my mouth. Either way his hips lifted a bit and the first blast coated my tongue. I swallowed but there was a lot of cum and some must have dripped out. When it finally stopped I sat up thinking about what I had just done. I felt guilty about it; I also wanted to do it again. I returned to a sitting position and looked around to see if we had been watched as the k** zipped himself up and we talked a little about what had. The next part of his "night out" was his obsession. Bondage was sort ofalways a let down for him, not much fun if you have to tie yourself up,but he did what he did to try and satisfy his urges. He pulled thebondage table that he had made for himself out into the middle of thesmall room, and pulled out his bag of bondage gear. He walked over tothe door and closed it, and went back to the table, his imagination wentwild with thoughts of a beautiful woman that had taken him prisoner,forcing him.