Last time I was here a grandpa had gone crazy over my clitcock and I had squirted an impressive load by way of thanks.I stuffed my jeans etc in my ruc...sack and got myself straight putting on my stiletoes which effectively hobbled me. Already there was a stirring in my panties it wouldn’t be long before they would also be wet. I took the opportunity of lubing up my shaved pussy - even if no one was about I still had my dildo in my bag.I took a big hit of poppers and started down one of empty. They could see me ascend the platform, walking towards my punishment. I was clad only in a thin, partly torn, dress that fell off my shoulder. My hands were tied behind my back so I could do nothing to adjust my simple clothing. I felt exposed as I entered the platform.What I saw there made me want to turn around and flee, to escape what awaited me there. There was no escape for me, however, the guards held me and I could not but walk towards my doom.In the middle of the platform there was a. .Aap ka virya se kuch nae hoga aap ko toh khada thik se nae hota h..Aj meh ek dawa dali hun doodh mein aiye jaldi chodiyeMeh sunke confirm hogaya ki lund badhna dawa ka asar tha.. Aur meh v bohot horny ho gaya tha toh meh deri na karke mom pe tut pada unka nipples chusa,har inch body ka kiss kiya..Tbi mom boli ab chodo please aur apne tange phad di..Meh lund chut pe set hi kiya tha ki mom mujhe pakad ke apne taraf khich liye aur ek hi jhatke mein 7 ” se jyada lund andar chala gaya mom apne dard. She opens up the small card stood upright next to a box of chocolates. “Happy anniversary,” the card reads. She looks at him, a small tear on one corner of her eye, and says, “How sweet of you to call ahead for this.” The crunching of ice ceases. He takes the card from her hand and reads it. He looks her in the eye, unblinking, and says, “I didn’t.” A celebration is in order, for sure, but there is work to be done. They both know the drill by now; driving as a synchronous team to maximize time.