After some time he brought glass of water.aur woh sab pani mere face pay daal diya .Jissey meri nighty puri gilli ho gayi thaAur mera tit fully visibl... hogaya q ki I was not wearing bra at that time.ab usska dick pura hard ho chuka tha. Q ki woh half pant phena tha iss liye usska half pant tent jaisa dikh raha tha, yeh sab dekh k mere b chut may kafi hal chul ho rahi thi .Aur meri chut puri tarah say wet hogayi thi.Too may jaan buch k boli mujhe elbow may bahut pain ho raha hai.Aur woh balm. Would you care for some coffee or a water or anything?’ ‘No ma’am, I am fine, thank you.’ The interview with Mrs. Cooper was generic and brief, and then she was taken to the office of Jason Jacoby, a partner in the firm and interviewed by him. His questions centered around the types of architecture she enjoyed, and though mildly technical, she got the impression he was more interested in seeming to make an effort, than in actually making one. When the interview concluded after only about 15. She came out several minutes after he had split. She was taking small steps. Her clothes were on. Her hair was somewhat tussled, but not out of place. She sat in the minivan for a minute. She lit a cigarette. She usually only smokes when she drinks,but I don’t think she had had a drink yet. She tossed the smoke and split. Now to retrieve the evidence. Weeks earlier I had mentioned a fantasy that came to me. It was great,fun and unique. It would put my wife in a whore’s situation. I spent a few. She was yelling and screaming so I told her to shut up and she did. "my fist is going in that pussy whether you like it or not", I stated. She cried, "yes madame jay". After she came I rammed my fingers down her throat until she puked up spit and then I turned her over on all fours. I told her keep her ass in the air no matter what. I rammed my fist in her pussy and kept ramming it fast and deep she tried to get away so I held her by her ponytail. And then she said thee unspeakable! "madame.