" She looked at his engorged dick and shook her head as much as her ties would allow. “That was an order, slut.” “No, Master.” He struck he... again, a little harder. Once more, she shook her head and his slap increased. Her cheek was flushed pink at the blow but she clamped her mouth shut. He struck her again, harder and she shook her head. He hit her repeatedly until she grunted; he was impressed at her endurance. She hung her head as much as the taut line between her collar and the hook. Didi kii baat sun kar woo hnasne laga par mane aapna koi bhi reaction nahi diya. Ab tak usane pesab karna suru kar diya tha , uska pesab dark yello clour ka tha or uskii khusboo badi mheethi mheethi aa rahi thi, didi ab uskii chikotii katne ke huee dard se usase chut hganyi or aag khadi hno gayi thni or woo sofe pe aapne dono haat phala ke or aapne legs merii gardan se hothe hue , table pe rhakha huaa thaNadeem- ( nerii didi se) chal jaa ke samne kadi ho jaa aaj tere ko tere bhai se hii nangi. “Oh nothing,” Belle said, discarding her remark with a wave of her hand as simply thinking out loud, then changed the subject to how Rachel was making out at Papa Giovanni’s.“I’m doing okay,” Rachel answered, “but it has become sort of a dead end.”“How so?”“Well, it’s fine being a hostess,” Rachel said, “but I’d really like to get more involved in running the restaurant. I’ve been taking some business classes at the community college and I really think I could contribute something in that. The gentle pressing against each other is good; I feel the length of your cock against my thighsI reach down and capture it my fingers lightly stroking the soft hot skin.You are so hard I can feel its pulsing need, opening my thighs a bit to press it just inside the juncture of my thighs, the dampness from my arousal makes a slippery path for your cock to slide just between my thighs, I hold you there, while your hand continues its long strokes along my back, my mouth against yours... I feel.