Sare mare na vedi ni evaru challasthureah lanja dhana ane ninnu dengakudadu ante na moddanu ne notilo pettukuni cheku annaduInkem cheyalo teliyaka ala...mokalamedha kurchone ade moddani chetiloki tesukunna vadu inka rechipoyi tittadam modalettadu lanza chekuthava?? Ne puku baddalukottamantava ane.Slow ga tesi notilo pettukune nalikatho nakanu ala rendu pedalalo petti chekuthunna vadidhe pedha ga unde notilo sarepovadam le vadu gattiga durchi notlo dengadam modalettadu naku daggu vastunna adu. She should be mortified – embarrassed and humiliated, but instead she realized she was rocking her hips back and forth as much as the straps would allow, trying to get something – anything - to touch her cunt and hopefully fill it. She truly had been turned into a slut.June walked up next to her and removed the gag. Cynthia gasped and thanked her – working her cramped jaws and savoring the ability to close her own mouth. As she loved to do, June stroked her slave gently, providing a vivid. ‘Have I done something wrong?’ her wavering voice asked. ‘No sweetheart, it’s not you….it’s me… I’m sorry…you are a lovely person, and I really like you…but….’ ‘But you don’t want to see me anymore…?’ Shuffling he feet, he told her the usual rubbish, trying to get it over and done with, without a scene, ‘Tracy…we could still be friends, I really like you as a friend, but I’m going over to England in August to live, and over the next couple of months I will be going back and forth over there,. His weakened knees and shortness of breath would have betrayed him to any passerby, but it wasn't the kind of motel where anyone would care. A place for clandestine lovers and fallen angels, the Peterson Inn was mostly empty this early in the evening. It wasn't sleazy by any stretch, but it had the reputation of having choice accommodations for those wishing a picnic. Inside the small room, the night clerk lets his shorts slide down, revealing his cock, smooth, long and thick. His new Price.