A lock of his brown hair fell carelessly on his forehead. He was walking and talking to some junior intently; he didn't even glance her way. Miley sta...ed at the back of his head all period, and was a bit concerned that he would suddenly turn around and catch her staring, but she might as well have not even worried about it, because he didn't look at her at all, not even once.It was like any other day, like nothing had even happened. That was what she wanted, though, wasn't it? To get on with. She then rubs the remaining jelly between my asscheeks, slipping a lubricated finger up into my asshole. She then mounts up behind me and presses the tip of her dildo to my asshole. "Get up, slave dog, so I can penetrate you deeply!" she cries, pulling my chains. I obediently respond, getting up on all fours, arching my back and spreading my legs. "Good slave, Bill! Now I will fuck you until you beg for relief!" With that, she slowly plows her 10 inch dildo into my ass, and she is watching as. Opening a big door, marked “Authorized Personal Only”, she saw a huge metal box, with another door in it. No one seemed to be on duty in this area. So she stepped through and headed to the big box. All over the box were warnings not to open or inspect the inside, in three languages. Stephanie started having second thoughts. If the creature was dangerous, she didn’t want to put herself some place where she could get hurt. Looking in the inspection window, she couldn’t see anything.She started to. Back then I was 19 and she was 28, a beautiful lady, with fats at the right places, and a shape of 34-30-36, not slim but not at all fat, a happy mother and a happy wife (that’s what it seemed to be). One Sunday I got a call from her, (I was bit close to her) she: Alok can u come over here? Me: OK but is it urgent. She: not such but your uncle is out of town and I need to go for shopping. Bring over your bike. Few hours later I was in their home, and she was all set to go. Me: where’s Mili (her.