Life just didn't get much better than this.When I was seated on the Metro I slumped into my seat, stared out the window and thought about events after...the gig in Grange Villa.The meeting in London had gone without a hitch. PJ had found out quite a bit about the record label that he hadn't let on during our phone conversation. They were a decent sized Jazz/Blues/Folk label based in the centre of Paris. The head of Cypres Records, Sylvain Dutronc was a thin be speckled man with a ponytail and an. They say **** isn't about sex it is about power but I think it was about both. The leader was as big as me but several years younger. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his semi erect dick."Ass or mouth?" He asked slowly. My eyes widened and I glanced at my wife. "She won't help you bitch," he said sternly. "She'll probably enjoy the show." He smirked knowingly.I looked at Alicia as he spoke and I saw something in her eyes. He was right. She did want to watch. "Well what will it be?" he asked. Entidaggara neenu mum matrame untamu.thanu naatho 9pm varaku undi neenu chaduvukontu unte thana room lo ki velluthundi.mum appudappudu bath chesi thala nu tawal tho thuduchukontu bath room nundi half nude ga kanipenchidi. Ventane naa naralu aduputhappevi. Neenu naa dursti ni maralchukoovadaniki prayatnam chese vaadini.ayena thanu evi emi gamaninchakunda nannu edo paniki thana koraku puramanchedi. Ala thananu chusidaaniki naaku avakaasam esthuvundedi.ayena mum nu alaa chudadam thappu ani naa. Reluctantly Tony withdrew from his aunt. Ellie grabbed his cock, and took it in her mouth. She did it as a test to herself. Tony’s cock had glistened from Fiona’s wetness, she sucked it all off. It tasted nice. She had enjoyed the sensations that had coursed through her body when Fiona had gone down on her. Soon she would reciprocate, the thought of which made her mouth go dry with anticipation.“Now fuck me Tony, fuck me hard,” Ellie instructed. She lay on the sofa, Tony between her legs, his.