Or aunty bhi apni nighty utar k kambal m ghus jati h or mera muhhh apne chucho m dba ti h m to jese jannat m tha tbhi aunty mere lund ko hath me leke ...eri muth marti h or mera ek bar pani nikal deti h wo phli bar mera pani nikla tha or fer mere upar a jati or apni chut mere muh pe rakhti h or mera lund chusti h hum 69 ki pose m the .M bhi aunty ki chut chusta hu jo ek dum saf thi jesi muje pasand h. Fer m uske muh m or wo mere muh m jhad gyi . Muje uthate hue boli k ab der na kro or muje shant. Nothing else." I know Master, but it still frightens me how dependent I have become on you. I can't make it through a day at work without seeing you and touching you and having sex with you. Is this the way the rest of my life is going to be?" she asked rhetorically, a mixture of fear and exasperation evident in the tone of voice.There was another long moment of silence in the car before she spoke again."Master, do you think that we could catch some of your semen and put it in a bottle? That. "You can ahead and get undressed down to your underwear and the doctor should be in in no time," the nurse said smiling. I got unchanged and sat on the cold table covered with wax paper and waited for the doctor to enter. Not too much later about two minutes two men entered the room the one in scrubs looked to be about mid twenties with short brown hair and seemed to be in good shape I couldn't tell because of his scrubs. The other man was in a tie and lab coat and a little older probably. She looked hotter in that tight jeans. I stopped my bike just in front of her.Preeti looked up and said, “Hey there! Come, let’s go.” Like a girl says to her boyfriend. She sat on the bike with her legs on either side and put her around me. I said, “Let’s go, baby!” like a boyfriend.After driving for about 15 minutes, we were at her apartment. It was a huge apartment, probably 30 floors. I parked my bike inside her apartment’s parking and went to her flat on the 9th floor. As soon as we entered.