Whispering in a low, barely audible voice again, “Tell me you want to suck my cock."Having gone too far to stop I obeyed. “I want to suck your coc....”He let me go, walked to the edge of the desk. Leaning back against it he said, “Go ahead, baby.” He spread his feet, crossed his arms and smiled arrogantly at me. Still not believing what was happening, I stepped forward and knelt in front of him. Deep down I was so aroused by this. No one had ever gone this far humiliating me. Making me serve. I. Thanks for all those great responses which I received, especially which I got from Ranchi. I am like waoh…We do have naughty females from Ranchi too. ;) thank you for trusting me and for all those naughties which we did and still do. ;) hope to satisfy you all more.A short intro for those who would know me for the first time: my pen name is rustychanged and I am from Ranchi (dhoni’s hometown), I am very very naughty and don’t judge but my sole motive is satisfaction and keep utmost secrecy of. Osay be moqa mil gaya or os nay mare shalwar nechay ko karna suru ki magarJab mujay hosh aya mainy oper kar li . os nay phir maray ears main kaha kuch nahi hota . koi nahi dhak raha magar main na main sir helate rahi or mujay request karta raha . itnay main os nay zor say mare shalwar nechay kar de or os ka lund to phaly he bhair ko nikla hoa tha . os nay mare garam motti gori gaand kay crack line main phansa diya .uffffff …. bhaiya os time apki behan be hoti wo be pagal ho jati . or phir mare. Miss Butkis was not innocent. She had thoughts of killing him - I knew it. This was God's will indeed. ~~~Musings from the graveThis is a dark and foreboding place, I hate coffins because they’re so small. And that noise is deafening. What the fuck are they doing up there? I mean, I don’t have to stay here I can just leave. In fact, I think I will.Look at them, gathering around the grave and sobbing. Twats! All of them.“That's right make sure I can't escape, pour in more soil and why not.