"We have a problem Bobby. I am concerned with Tash's behavior where you are concerned." How is what Tash and are doing a problem? I'm only doing what ...ou asked me to do. You are the one that told me that her fantasy had no time limits and you asked me to stay with it as long as she wanted. She called and I responded. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you I'm not enjoying it because I am. I'm no stranger to older women as you have seen with Mary and Maude, but I have to tell you that Tash is. Gita: to muje b dikhao na aisi pic muje b dekhne hai bade bade lund. Mai: thik hai agli baar aaunga to kuchh intejam karunga. Fir mai chala gaya dusre sunday hum dono miley aur pyar karbe lage mai to bhul gaya ta ki aaj muje gita ko nangi pic dikhani hai ppar gita ko yaad tha usne mere lund pe hath lagate lagate kaha ki muje wo gandi gandi pic dekhni hai aaj dikhao to mai socha ki ise ab kaha dikhau to mai use ek cyber cafe me le gaya waha koi nai tha hum log ek comp par Baithe aur maine big. My eyes were riveted on those magnificent boots and more specifically on the needlelike toes and towering stiletto heels that left their imprint in the carpet. Serena looked me up and down approvingly, pleased to see that her instructions had been followed perfectly and that I was standing there in my stocking feet. "Since you obeyed so well, I have the finishing touch for your transformation." Serena opened the flap on her huge black leather shoulder bag and withdrew an opaque black plastic. While I do this, John snaps rubber bands over her two thumbs, drawing them together, doubling the rubber bands back around, twice, three times, until her thumbs are purple. My hands are now at her T-shirt, tearing, ripping the material away, revealing her heavy tits. They are too big for her slender body, the size of cantaloupes, sloppy and full, topped with nipples as thick as gumballs.As much as I’d like to assault her breasts, twisting them in my fingers, I do not. Instead, I start tickling.