Kya lauda hai tera…..kitni baar muth maarta hai tu…..aur kitna paani nikalta hai tera…….saale ghode ke lund…..memsahib 7 ya 8 baar aur aadhi...katori se thoda kum nilkalta hai ek baar mein……My wife started moving her hand up and down slowly inside his lungi and the puller then leaned inside and started rubbing my wiife’s thighs in her mini skirt……Kya taangein hai aapki man karta hai zameen per leta ker aapki tangein hawa mein seedhi khol ker chaatta rahon puri raat……inke uper aapna muth ka paani. She turned the crank in the opposite direction until Karen was leaning at a 45 degree angle with her face up. Traci again locked the crank, picked up the riding crop and walked over to Karen. She put the handle of the crop in Karen’s mouth and told her, “Hold it for me, won’t you dear. I’m going to whip you with the crop 25 times. If you drop the crop while I am reattaching your chains, I’ll double that to 50.” Traci grabbed the nipple chains and pulled them up individually and attached. I make a list of names, guys names who I remember seeing. Of course Dothan is number one. I just want to talk to him and found out what happened after he left, was Kelsey ok or acting strange. I get the list done then remember the stranger that wanted the bathroom. I remember his face and he seems familiar, but I can’t place a name with a face. I type up a description of him. 5’9”, 200lbs, athletic build from what I saw, dark brown eyes, black hair in a ponytail, and most of all a scar that. My other hand grips the back of your neck and rubs there firmly. I feel the tip of your tongue lightly slip between my lips and I taste the sweetness of it. Your arms squeeze me, pulling me hard against your chest. I can feel your breasts rising against me as you breathe deeply, in and out, faster. I know by now that you must feel my arousal against the front of your jeans and I blush, wondering if you are thinking it exciting or silly. As we finally break the kiss, I shower you with angel.