This constant arousal, this aching lust. Electric currents jab at her. They make her skin ripple, her spine arch.There always is the hunger, the need ...o taste the white slimy cream. To swallow it and paint her face with it. To feel it spurt over her tits and belly. The scent of it, the taste.There is the craving need to quench the fire in the central void of her being. There are the gaping throats of her flesh. She wants them filled, stretched to the limit. She wants them drowned in boiling. I could hear them running around and could only hope they wouldn't come through our backyard and wonder why the garage door was open. Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from my aching breasts, and the strain of hanging from my limbs and middle, I was having a hard time at the beginning. But, as the night wore onwards and the local k**s went home, I began to look forward to my tormentor's return. He's always nice to me after a severe punishment and I began to get excited as the. She introduced herself as Mala, daughter –in –law of our maid. She said that her mother in law is unwell and she would be doing the work. Let me describe her. She was in her early twenties, slim, average figure, a sweet face and long hairs. She always wore a sari. At first, she seemed to be a quiet and shy person. That day, she did her work and left. The whole day, she was in my mind and somehow I got attracted to her. There was something about her.Next day, she was back and started her work. I. .In the limo Patricia began to get frisky feeling me up sticking her tongue down my throat as the ride was kind of long fortunately we were able to keep ourselves busy Patricia had her hand in my pants and was playing with my cock I had my hand up her wedding dress and was playing with her wet pussy she was getting very juicy down there and I almost fucked her in the back of the limo but we wanted total privacy for our wedding night who knew what might be witnessed in the back of these things.