. fir dekhta hu”“Please Suresh… mujhe please chodo… mujhe tumhara lund chahiye mere andar… meri choot faado …. choodoo naa plzzz suresshh�...�, I begged him.“Chal aaja… mere lund pe bait jaa”I stood up immediately and climbed onto Suresh’s lap, facing him. His dick was just under my pussy and then I slowly sat down on it. His dick entered my pussy slowly and I could feel its thickness.“Aahhh… bohut bada ho gaya hai…”, I moaned to Suresh. His mouth was inches from mine. He kissed my lips and told me. Her eyes grew wide as she listened to me prattle on about the best nipple clamps, my favorite impact play devices, and my preference for wand-style vibrators. She shifted several times in her seat, and I was convinced that all this sex toy talk was making her wet.So, of course, I couldn’t resist the temptation to show her some pieces in my private collection. “Would you like to see my automatic clit licker?” I asked.I thought her eyes might pop out of her head as she meekly nodded.“This is one. Then I replaced it under her dress and back under the waistband of her knickers. This time I moved it further down so I could push my second finger into her crack. It was warm and soft. You like that? I asked. She nodded I found the little roseate bud of her clit and gave it a gentle massage. A little sigh passed her lips. Your tummy doesnt hurt any more, does it? I asked. She looked at me, grinned, shook her head and closed her eyes again. Taking that as a signal, I slid my middle and second. . But he knew all too well the futility of the 'if only"game--and it was a game. Now his task was to rescue Davie from thesordid existence her mother had exposed her to. Curse that bitch! Hewould see to it that his precious daughter was freed from her mother'sclutches if it was the last thing he did--even if it meant sellingFrench Leave and moving to another part of the country . . . or toanother part of the world! But how? Davie was still a minor, and in her mother's custody. Yet he knew.