.jab hum ghar pohche to mai apne room mai chala gayajo ghar ke dosri manzil par hai aur theekh mere room k saamne mere cousin broka karma hai jab mai ...abde Badalne laga to muje bike k khayaal yaad aaye aur ISS yaadaaya aur mai apne aap ko thapad marne laga aur khud se yeh kehraha tha ki kyayaar ek to mauka mika tha woh b gawa diya kher mai nanga sheeshe pe style maarraha tha aur ye sochte sochte mera lund khada huwa tha aur mai sardi ki wajahse jaldi mai darwaaza band karma b bhool gaya aur. Her firstreaction to just work her jaw, the damn thing must have been in her mouth aweek now. Her mind scrambled as she for once had the freedom to speak! If nothingelse she can talk! "Why are you doing this to me?" she cried. Her arms releasedfrom the chains, weak still feeling numb from being held motionless as theyfall to the sides of the bubble. "Who are you?" she demanded. Not a word said,another door opens in front of her and the pedestal continued to carry herforward. "What are you going. And keep that cock hard till I get back or some more swishing and cracking will be the order of the day … and she strolled from the room … Well 10 minutes later, and of course no hard cock now, in she comes, i hear those heels clicking on the floor and then they appear in front of me…I try to raise my head to look at her in the eye…keep ur eyes on the floor…..that just cost you 10 more ….and disappeared behind me….and starts to play with my pussyass and forcing her thumb in…..and out..and in. He couldn’t tell yet under her bra but it looked like they were firm. Her body curved in to a tiny waist the he could almost encircle with his hands and then flared back out to the beautiful butt that he had just fondled. And her skin was outstanding. It was incredibly smooth looking alabaster skin that practically glowed in the dark. Only a 14 year old girl could have skin as perfect as this he thought. And there were no tattoos. He didn’t understand why sluts got tattoos. Didn’t they.