Jab bhi koi bada officer aata tha toh hum log mukta ko aage kr dete the. Bas uske husn ko dekh kr wo sab bhool jata. Wo officer ek hotel me ruka tha a...r 2 din ruk k dekhne ka plan tha uska.Jab wo pehle din aaya toh hungama khada kr diyaSab log ki gaand fatty gyi. Us din badkismati se mukta nhi aayo thi.Sab darr gye k ab kya hoga. Uska able din bhi office me files dekhne ka plan tha. Able din mukta as gyi toh hum log ko thodi raahat hui. Fir maine mukta se kaha k sir kabin me baithe hain tum. (smack).. tell ..(smack)..you..(smack).. to..(smack).. do..(smack).. something..(smack).. do..(smack).. it..(smack)...” There was no malice in his voice only longing; and although, each smack was hard I couldn’t help but moan. It felt so good. “Yes, Jon,” I moaned out. “I promise it won’t happen again.” With a few more smacks he turned me around and leaned me back against the car. He slid his hand down and over my breast, down my stomach and straight to my vagina. ”Whose pussy is this?” he. Elvira was the mistress' pet,Maude's favorite of the girls;She loved her for her clever tongue,Not just her jet black curls.Elvira's was the tongue that waggedAlone of all the spies;And that same tongue the one that flickedBetween Maude's open thighs.What's this of Mother Maude, you cry,Is this propriety?Well, yes, to her it is, in fact -It is true piety.Well-churched she is, our Mother Maude,She knows the Bible's tales,From Eve and Adam's sinful fallRight through to Jesus' nails.The fault was. "We watched to see how much soy sauce Susan used on what, then followed her example as it was passed around the table. The next adventure was the seven of us trying to figure out how to us chopsticks - all the times we'd been to China Garden, we'd always used the forks they'd provided. Susan saw our predicament, and patiently demonstrated how to manipulate chopsticks so that we could get the food from our plates and into our mouths. There were a number of drops, spills, and other accidents at.