Anish: thamb na me gheun yeto, mala pan jam kantala alay alochAni to me kahi bolayacha aat gela pan 10 min nantar ala ani me bolleaan ikade, me kitche... madhun 2 glass madhe karun anate anish: nako thamb tu bass mech gheun yeto punha 5 min nantar to ala ani tyane majha samor ek glass thevala ani tyane ek ghetalaMe: ka re , itaka wel ka lagala Anish: aga glass dhutalela navat, mhanun mala doubt ala, karan me magashich bhandi ghasali hoti pan mhantala jaude, tyat kay sapadala nasel tyala me cold. Here let me help you.I held her hand and pulled her towards me. She was standing with her waist right before my eyes. It was all covered with saree. I started adjusting her saree from her legs and moved upwards. My hands reached her waist.My sister placed her hands on my shoulders. My face was very close to her body. I wanted to kiss her navel then and there but I would have stretched my luck too far and I didn’t want to risk it.I held her saree with my fingers touching her navel. I started to. Before I could stand up, she was back in the room with a parachute weight and an attitude that said, “Training starts NOW!” For the next two years, every morning, Monday through Saturday, Pam would come into my room and watch as I stretched my cock. She would sometimes try different things she read online. For a month I walked around with a half-pound weight hanging down my pants leg, pulling on a rubber band, she herself had fastened around my cock!!! We never fucked and though we toyed and. I hear him over and over again in my head... whore, slut, dirty, filthy... and I am certainly not helping myself to relax. I feel him pushing deeper, but I'm still in no danger of choking, my mind reeling... titties, open, show me, slut... slut slut slut... and then suddenly I imagine him spanking me with his belt, over and over, and I want to cum. I can almost feel the cool leather against my skin, can nearly hear it crack as it comes down on my ass. I start to moan, sucking desperately on his.