The agreement isfor six hours a week. During the rest of the time, wewon’t have any control over you. You can go about yourlife and we will ac...nowledge each other as simplyneighbors. However, during the six hours each week thatyou are here, you are our slave to do whatever either ofus wants you to do.”I was quiet for a few seconds and I finally said, “I guessI don’t have a choice. All my friends are here, I have agreat job, and this apartment is all I can afford in. We both were in heaven and were moaning like hell. I was pressing her mango shaped boob n inserting it hard. Then she felt pain and I stopped. She had her hands on my cock and massaged my balls nicely I felt so hot and sexually aroused. Then she got tired, I went to bath and she did later and she left. The other day her parents were out of station I heard it. I felt so happy and utilized that chance and told I would go with her and she agreed without denying. We went to her RBI quarters I went. . Our itna kah kar vo rone lagi.. Is par maine bike side me roki our use samjhane laga.. Par vo rote hi ja rahi thi.. Maine uske aanshu poche our uske sar ko sahlate huwe usko himmat di.. Is par vo mere kandhe par sar rakh kar rone lagi.. Our boli ki ladke sab aise hi hote hai..to maine kaha ki kuchh achchhe bhi hote hai.. Vo boli ha aap vaise nahi hai.. Our uska rona band huwa..Road puri tarah sunsan thi.. To maine uske badan ko dekhte huwe.. Sochne laga ki kaise isko choda jaye.. Fir hum aage. None of that. She's a kid." Wrong," Sandra said. "We saw her in the hall. She is not a kid. She is a living doll."Art, having finished his milk and feeling somehow as if he were on dangerous ground, got up and got a soft drink for everyone. As he sat back and crossed his legs, the nurses snuggled to him again. "I'm feeling like a ... well, like a wimp." What..." the women said in unison."Where in the world did you come up with that?" Sandra finished."Well, like I said, I would be dead if it.