And this is the continued part of my previous storyAs you all know that how I fucked my manager’s wife in her home and how we both enjoyed. After ha...ing sex that night around 11:30 I came home and also got her contact details and I started to text her and the night was awesome and all she accepted that even her experience was soo good and she never experienced it with her husband. And later we both were tired and we both slept. In the morning I got a call from her and she said she wanted more. It was a required subject. It hadn't been so bad in o-four, but now it sucked. Last year we got a lot of early art history: Rembrandt, Da Vinci, Michelangelo. Plus our own pathetic attempts at drawing and painting. But now Mr. Kincaid was onto abstract art, an art form that he thought was the height of human endeavor, but which, I thought was a waste of paint and canvas. Fifty minutes of listening to why Pablo Picasso was the greatest artist ever definitely fell under the cruel-and-unusual. O darkar kuch dur jakar khadi hokar mujhe yachana bhari nazar se dekhne lagi. Mein usko bola, ‘ chal teri kakh ki pasina ko mujhe sungha.O dhire se mere pas akar uski hath ko uper uthakar kakh ko mere nak ke pas le ayee. Mein uski ek bogal ki durgand ko jor se sungha tou o saram se doheri ho gai. Kuch minute tak uski dono kakha ko sunghne ke baad uski bur ko ek takat se vari thapad mar di tou o chila uthi, o maaa… Mar gaee…ee.Bhagwan kitna dard sahongi aj. Mein bola , sali ma ko kuin bulati hei. Tim comes back into the room, places a plastic cup against Abbie’s clit, and tells her to hold it. He takes the stem of her clit into his hand very firmly, and his other hand squeezes, massages, and pulls her ‘tessies.’ Abbie is soon very stiff and in need of release. She shoots into the cup – filling it almost an inch with her semen. Tim wipes her clean with a wet rag and then brings out the smaller cock cage they had bought but have not had reason to use yet. Much like the leather paddle.