Jetha phata phat ghar pe phone karta hai. Bapuji uthate hai phone.J:bapuji jetha bol raha hu.Champak: eeeeee jethiyaaaaa kaha mar gaya tu subah se pho...e kar rahe hai. Bas ab policee mein complain karne hi jaa rahe the. Hai kaha tuuuuuuuuJ: bapuji shant ho jaiye. Mein ek urgent meeting ke silsile mein pune Aagaya subah hi. Aur meeting jaldi chalu ho gai isliye baat nahi kar paya aur meeting mein phone bhi silent pe tha.C:ee babuchak bolke nahi ja sakta.J:sorry babpuji mein kal shaam tak aa. " Yes, well, it would be helpful if he were more disciplined. He obviously could use a father figure in his life. His father's in Oregon, you say? Too bad. Because in spite of his brightness, he's becoming a problem here at the Sadley Virgin." How so?" I asked."He's sometimes disruptive in class. Tells the stupidest jokes to his classmates." It's hereditary, I thought. "Comes in late, fools around in the back, doesn't pay attention to my lectures. As I said, he's very bright when he wants to. It took her about a minute to recover.She blinked up at Laura, who was kissing her mouth again, between April's helpless gasps. "Laura, no one ever made me come that hard," she said, sucking in air."I guess you just got lucky," Laura said. "Want to try for another one?"April, still lying on her back, embraced Laura and kissed her enthusiastically. "I've never come twice in my life," she confessed. "Do you think I could?" I know you could. You have a very beautiful body that inspires me to want. She dipped the long nozzle in a jar of thick lube, parted the subject’s cheeks with the thumb and forefinger of her gloved hand, and in a single, even shove, pushed the hooked end of the metal nozzle into the slave’s well-used anus. Doc felt a tightening as the victim’s hole contracted in reflex and saw the hood rings shift as the clit beneath thickened. Doc smirked to herself. ?This slut’s hole is stretched from frequent use, which allows me to show off the clever fix I developed for just this.