His balls are pretty slimed up now. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of his scrotum and start squeezing as my palm wraps around his ball... nice and tight. He lets out a moan, mostly pleasure. I squeeze a bit harder. Then he really moans, this time involuntarily.He starts pumping his cock deep down my throat. It was probably that skinny blond from the office. I think about him fucking her as he continues to fuck my mouth. I feel tears running down my cheek, I am so mad, or maybe it. And as usual I was thinking about its effect on my husband I was almost feeling sensation in my ass till the time I reached in front of shop and my mind had been shifted between my legs.There was an old sardar(may be 55) was seating on counter and there was four other sale boy in shop. One was sardar (his name was balvinder as I got to know later but I use this name from start in story) and three biharies I think. One bihari was showing bra to an aunty and two were arranging uges. I went to. ?We haven’t forgotten this hole either. Or that mouth. We’ll bring them all into play soon enough.?Perhaps you should remove her gag soon ? You don’t want to bust her chops permanently. ?I expect you’re thirsty after that little workout ??You walk over to the cabinet and remove the special funnel and a glass decanter you prepared yesterday. While the arrest warrant was being signed and the magicians were briefed, you did a little planning of your own.The contents are dark-gold, cloudy,. I slowly started to turn around under the sheets of the bed. I wanted to see what the whole commotion was about pussy. I had my trusty bat flashlight and I was ready. I turned on the light and worked my way up my sister’s leg. I followed up her right leg, kept going up until I got just passed her knee and stopped. I wasn’t sure if I was getting winded, because of what I wanted to see or if I was getting excited of seeing what a pussy was all about. I could feel my heart bounding and I felt.