I tiptoe up the stairs, avoiding the creaky third tread, I'm wondering if you are taking a nap, but then I stop in my tracks, and smile. I hear sounds...of water splashing and know your in the bath. As I get closer I hear familiar moans and I smile to myself. I know my ever horny girl is playing! I creep up to the door, and hear you murmuring, "That's so good, please don't stop, you're making me cum. Keep going, keep going! Mmm, that's so good. I feel my cock respond. It's beginning to lengthen. Main nay kaha ji kahiay kaya kaam hai? To wo mujhay daikh kar thori si hairaan hoi aur kahnay lagi kah app hain mr. Aslam tailor master. Main nay kaha ji banday ko hi aslam kahtay hain. Iis per wo kahnay lagi kah mujhay aik dress silwana hai. Main nay kaha kah ji zaroor hum yahan iisi kaam kay liay hi baithay hoay hain. Phir uus nay kaha kah mujhay apni beti ki shadi kay kafi dresses stich karwanay hain lakin pahlay main iis dress ki stiching daikh ker phir baki kapray stich karwaoon gi. Main. Michelle moaned saying it felt so good, her pussy lips stretched slightly, she had always had a tight pussy, but with lack of cock it was tighter than ever, Chris moved slowly as he gradually loosened her lips, her muscles gripped making Chris groan he had always loved how her pussy gripped and loved the way she used to beg when he fucked her, they had some great afternoons in bed as well as quick fucks in the back of his car when he had been passing and picked her up, they had even had sex in. The shortest term for participation was for a week and while $5,000 dollars wasn’t enough to take out a second mortgage or anything, it would make anyone who wanted to participate think twice before they RSVP’d. Donald was intrigued. Being a true masochist, being driven by his obsessive need to experience real slavery at the hands of a sadistic Master, combined with his compelling interracial desires, and driven by this burning, inexplicable NEED deep within his soul to be humiliated,.