Tahira: bahai ab ap be dekho apni gandMai: tum na kaya karni hai,Tahira: asa he bus dakhni haiMai: ok(or mai ghora ban ka apni bahan ko gand ka surakh...dekhana laga)Tahira: is par to bohat sara ball hayin, kabhi saaf nahi keya kaya?Mai: tum karo ge saaf, to mai karva loon ga (or mai be seedha ho gaya)Tahira: bahai maree choot main pani a gaya hai.Mai: ok to maree pyari bahan chair par choot ko phala lo, or apni mid finger geele kar ka apni choot main dal lo,Tahira: ok (or us na mid finger choot. His cell phone, in his pocket, began to ring. It was Beth. ‘Ray, it’s Ellen. She’s had a relapse. Hurry.’ Ellen, his brother Jake’s wife, had been fighting a losing battle with MS for several years. It had become evident toward the end of her last pregnancy, five years ago, but had apparently been affecting her life even when she was in college. She had tried teaching, but the demands of working and being a wife and mother had been too much. Since the birth of her last child, Beth had lived. “No, slave, you’re not using your hands to figure out who my lady in waiting is.”Heather than smacked each of my ass cheeks with the strap again.“Ow Heather, that hurts,” I exclaim.“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, SLAVE!” Heather smacks my ass twice more.“CRAP, Sunshine, sunshine, Mistress, sunshine.”“What are you blathering about, slave?”“The safe-word Mistress.”“I didn’t hear any safe-word,” Heather said as she smacked my ass again. “Now, get cleaning that cunt before I get angry.” Heather then talked. Emily so wanted that cock inside her again as she straddled her young chauffeur's body and started to lower herself until she was hovering just above the pole that she was about to ride.As Adam looked at the cunt that was about to swallow his penis, it crossed his mind that, as yet, he had not tasted that wet piece of femininity, but as he was rather good at pleasing ladies with his mouth as well as his cock he made a mental note to eat it next time. Emily now had the tip of Adam's penis.