“I have to pee honey.”“So what?” I responded. “I didn’t give you permission to pee!”“I’m sorry honey I didn’t ask, did I? Are you ...oing to punish me?”This was a golden opportunity to introduce mom to some more of my new toys. “Of course I am you slut! Your holes are mine and you don’t seem to understand that anything going in or coming out requires my permission.”She stood there unsure what her next move should be, so I put the blindfold back on and told her not to move.I had purchased some. Hum saath mai khelte bhi the .Kabhi kaabhi hum ek dusre ke ghar mai hi so jate the .Uski mom ko mai bahot pasand hu aur hamari families bahot ache friends hai . Ek chiz ki rishab bachpan se bahot hot aur gora hai aur uske saath rehna bahot pasand hai mujhe. Ek din mere mom dad ko kisi party mai jana tha . Kismaat toh dekho rishab ke parents ko bhi wahin jana tha. Woh cocktail party thi aur hamare ghar se 2 hours durr tha party ka hall . Kyuki rishab aur meri family bahot close hai so mere. Each girl had been given the option of dressing in a private locker room, but all wanted to be "with the team". When reporters or photographers are allowed into the team areas the team had already been schooled that one off-color remark, one sexist joke could raise an uproar with the PC police, even if the women CHOSE this situation and were not offended.For today there were no such problems, just a spirited, although somewhat reserved, confidence as they dressed and finished their pads, and. Noticing her naturally pouting, succulent lips, the lower of which looked so inviting, he felt a shudder of excitement run through him. Her pale, dusky brown eyebrows complimented her natural blonde hair. He had previously noticed that she had a good figure, yet standing before her he could not help but notice her perfect cleavage. “Thanks. That’s kind of you.” “My pleasure.” Charmed by his old fashioned wiles, Jan smiled and led Keith out of the lecture hall. Over lunch the talked of.