Wrapping her hands around my shaft, she guided my cock into her waiting pussy.My cock had been waiting so long for this. As I entered her, I almost ca...e then and there. She was tight, warm, wet, and incredibly, all these sensations felt like one. Our bodies became one. Our emotions, our dreams, our prayers.I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I thrust my hips up and filled her pussy, the tip of my cock brushing against something hard. She screamed in pleasure, as I realized I’d brushed against. I wanted to remove her panties; she stopped and said mujhe chodna nahin sirf chhoona. I told her ungli karoon aur suck karroon. She said theek hai. I removed her wet panties and started to lick her pussy clean. She had a little pubic hair which was also covered with her juices. Her clitoris also was appearing swollen and I started to lick it vigorously.Her choot started to overflow with her juices and I was happy to taste her champagne like juices as much as it came. She was totally lost in her. Again one day he squeezed by breasts and put his finger inside my curdier and massaged my pubic area on top of my underwear which I always wear, though I do not use brassieres, I was angry I did not protest and from some corner of my mind I also started to enjoy it. This continued whenever there was a chance. Slowly I was getting attracted to him, and I found my anger was slowly melting away. When he went on tour brought chudidar material from Kolkata for me and brought sweets for me and. I asked her to have a seat and she flopped into the chair next to the interrogation desk. The office was pretty bleak and looked pretty much like the interrogation offices you saw on NYPD Blue, Law and Order or any other of the TV cop shows. I pulled out a clipboard with standard questionnaire and started asking the basics; name, address, age etc. Then I said,"OK, miss. First thing you need to do is empty your purse on the desk," No way shithead. You want to see in my purse, you get a fucking.