Just as she was leaving the cloakroom, he was there, with his cock in his hand. “Stop it Bob, I have to go home, please move so I can leave.” “J...st a quick blow job Susan, I still can’t get Betty to do it.”“No, I will not, just get out of the way and leave me alone”. But Bob was determined he grabbed her and forced her to the floor, causing her skirt to ride up and expose her panties. “Oh fuck Susan, what a great pair of legs and look at those lovely panties, let’s have look at what you've got. I promise I'll take care of you. And, more than that, I'll let you be who you want to be." It is a fairytale, Peter." Would you please stop fucking calling me Peter? Every time you call me that it reminds me that I'm just a dick to serve your needs. I'm Stephen." No, you're my Peter. It was my Peter who cared enough to make me a willing participant. You didn't come here just to get laid. With the others, I was just a fine piece of ass. With Peter, I was more. And whatever misplaced. .kuch der bad muje thodi cold lagi to mai chader dundne lga tavo dekha k chader buwa ke bagal me hai mai jaise se se lene kaya mera hanth buwa k gand se sat gaya aure muje buwa k basan k khusboo bahut aachi lagi..unki nighty v thodi upar ho gayi thi,, mai chup chap chader le kar so gaya par neend nahi aara rahi thi..maine unki beti ke sarir par ek hanth rakh kar so gaya tavu buwa ka hanth v mere hanth par a gaya..mai to ekdam pagal ho gaya kyo k unki hanth bahut mulayam aure garam thi..tavi. 'What are you up for?''Whatever,' she said, 'I'm not sure what you are going to do with that cucumber, though...''I'll think of something.' I grinned my best wicked grin, and she smiled back.'Do you want to be a slut?' I asked.'I want to be your slut.'So we went to the bedroom and I lay on the bed. 'You can't be a slut dressed like that.' I told her.I helped her look through her wardrobe and drawers and I chose a push up bra for her tiny tits black mesh knickers and black hold ups with a lacy.