I: kyo mere liye achha nahi hoga. (smile).She look at me with some surprise.I: are yaar, me ek khubsurat lady ka dost ban jau aur uska sath mile..to y...mere liye achha nahi hoga kya.. (so far I did not talked to her in this way).She: oh sir, aap bhi na…(vo thodi sharm jati he).I: ek kam karo…vo mere bag me ek packet he… vo le aao..mithai he usme..She brings the packet. I open the packet. It was Bengali sweet (made of paneer). I took one piece and come to her.I: ye lo Nilima, mithai khao. She. "Don't make me tell you again."I advanced her onto her butt again and went back to his cock. I grabbed it at the base as hard as I could and took it into my mouth. I held his member as hard as possible and pressed my lips down on it as much as possible too."Everyone needs a damn push, woman, now use it, and use it well for your favorite clients, Lindzee," he implored me, scrubbing my head."Yes, what the hunk said, woman. Are you gonna do as you're told and make him shoot his load? Do I need to. When she hesitated for a second, he slappedthe inside of her thigh. In the same moment, he grabbed the arms of the chairand, pulled himself up, putting his face directly in front of hers. "Do youthink this is a game?" he asked harshly. A sense of panic rose in her, and she reached her hand down and touched herself.He sat back and watched as she moved her fingers alongside her clit, rubbinggently and teasing herself. The sensation was pleasant, but not pleasurable.She felt none of the intense. "I asked, "Why did you call him the Slaver King?"The Earl answered, "Ah Min Tet obsessed with building a great city andmade most the people slaves to build it. He left a few to work the landto feed and clothe his slaves but the people were always starving andnear naked.Ah Min Tet was crazy because the great city he was building was not forhim or anyone else to live in. But his obsession to build this city wasfor a place for his tomb. So you see how crazy he was but he did teachthe people many.