Kya moti moti chuchiya thi uski…bus ab to mann me aa hichuka tha ki aaj to suhag raat manani hai chahe kuch bhih o jaye. Tabhi maine dobara farooq k... phone kiya ki bhai tu kaha hai aur kab tak aayega to farooq ne jawab diya ki yaar aaj raat sayad na aa pao.tu bahi wahi par so jana aur subah chale jaana aur usne apni behan se bhi yahi keh diya phir kya meri to samjho jaise lottery lag gai….padane ke baad main monu se idhar udhar ki baaten karne lag gaya .maine usse pucha ki tumhara koi bf nahi. " Instantly, my cock got hard again. "Anyone succeed?" "That's a loaded question," he said, his eyes sparkling mischievously, his grin answering the question. "But you didn't come here just to give me a blow job, did you?" "No," I said simply, honestly. Of course, I wanted to be invited back. Frank wasn't the type of man you just serviced and walked away from. This was the kind of man you never forget. The taste of him would haunt you, make you addicted. Somehow I knew that. He took a sip from. I emptied it of all the garbage and then made sure the bag had a few pens and a couple of basically unused composition notebooks. I also moved my address book into it, so I would have it if I needed a number while I was out. I entered the 1-800 number for Schwab to the address book and tossed the sheet I had used in the trash. Lastly, I grabbed a light blanket from the closet that didn’t get used very often and added it to the backpack. It was getting pretty warm in my room, so I made my way. The set was large, a dark room with low ceilings and bondage furniture. In the middle of the set was a large gyno chair. Griff brought a set of ankle and wrist cuffs and began attaching them to Sally who stood stock still with fright as he buckled the leather cuffs and removed her clothing. As he was working, he slyly checked out her ass, tits, and pussy. They would do well on prominent display.Without really agreeing to anything, Sally let Griff take her to the chair and secure her wrists.