I found a house where there were not even chances of having independent rooms. One 32-year-old guy was closing gate and he saw me,Owner: Just raised h...s eyebrowsMe: Hii sir, Actually I joined ********** college and searching for an independent roomOwner: Why independent room?Me: I came a long way to study here. I don’t have any friends here. So I need an independent room.The owner saw me keenly like the police are seeing suspected thief. Don’t know what was running through his mind. He took a. I knelt down in front of him and held it in my right hand. He looked down at me, ran his hands through my hair, cupped the back of my head and gently pulled my face towards his rock solid member. I opened up and took him in my mouth. It tasted amazing, manly with a slight musk but somehow sweet. I savoured the feeling for a few seconds then withdrew it, licked the length of the shaft and round the head before devouring his cock.He stroked my hair gently as I sucked his cock."Oh God, that's. Alex and Kevin “So that’s the basic story with Wendy and me,” explained Alex. “Since then, Wendy’s been trying to convince me to stay with her permanently. We do love each other. It’s complicated, I guess.” “Did you believe Fawn’s story about the Frat house?” “ Hm ,” Alex considered it, “I remember being incredulous. I mean why wouldn’t she fuck them too?” “Maybe she liked being tit fucked,” he said. “Yeah, well. I wouldn’t know about that,” she cupped her small breasts. “Ouch, I didn’t mean it. So, governess Carson focused again on Jennifer’s blue bruised and red welted bottom cheeks, rubbed the cane back and forth, pulled her arm back, and landed the seventh stroke. Once again Jennifer cried out before throwing her head backwards and shaking it from side to side and as governess Carson watched the seventh red welt develop, so she felt more fabulously erotic flutters flying around her vagina.Jenifer still hated the cane and as the eighth stroke landed so she once again went through.