You nod at the guard and reach for your keys, which you slipped into your coat pocket and feel the forgotten envelope. You slip into the leather inter...or of you top of the line sedan, flipping on your custom installed stereo system and pull the envelope out, reaching in for the pages you had yet to read.The first one you pull out has a Platinum card attached to it with the letters VIP printed on it. Turning it over, you see that it does indeed have a bar code on it. Putting it aside, you pull. And my penis was as hard as before without no time I guess. I don’t know it was hard now when I remember it, I pushed my penis and she slumped on face feeling my penis go so quickly inside her. I was thrusting her, once pulling her and once leaning on her squeezing her breasts.We were moaning within now time again. Once when she held the bed cot and once shaking her head. Moaning I was no stop like intense we were making love. We had orgasm again, and I was no where my penis was easing. I made. With a feeling of fate denied, future betrayed, I pulled out at the very end as she grasped me with her right hand, and after two vigorous strokes of her fist felt myself shooting up to her breasts and onto her belly thick and hot, and I stared down at her dark skin spattered with my juice, in its own way an even more satisfying mark of possession; and as she rubbed her fingers in it and smiled up at me, I realized it was the sign of her possession of me, the outward expression of my undying. She said no. Dad then started to shoot and asked her to turn around. The saree was worn loose and the ass curves were not clear.Dad just went near her and pulled the pallu part to make it a bit tight at the back. Oh man, you should have seen it. She was shocked and shamed as Mansoor was watching all this. Dad just acted normal and took the rest of the pictures. He also asked her to do side poses with her arms in different positions.Mansoor and I were having the best scenes ever. Even the sweat.