Taruvata inka ne modda chikalani undi ra lanjakodaka ani chepindi inka nenu 69 chasdam ani chapanu tanu nenu apudu na mogudi tho ela chayaledhu ra rar... na ranku moguda ani nenu dani muthi meda na modda petti padukuna adi na modda ni cheekutundi nenu dani puku ni cheekutunda adi mulugutu na modda ni gatika cheekutundi nanu pain koncham vatundi ani chepakunda alage cheekutundi nenu tana puku ni ala ge cheekutuna oka 30 min taruvata position marcham inka na puku lo peti dengara ani chipindi nakemo. " He cocked an eyebrow and replied, "I don't need a personal assistant." "You're not married, are you?" "No. Divorced, years ago." "No POSSLQ?" He looked puzzled. "Person of opposite sex sharing living quarters. That's what the census calls a live-in girl friend." "No." "That's a shame. You're not Gay, are you?" "NO!" "Then I'm applying for the job." "I don't understand." "Wouldn't you like a live-in girl friend, one who would do anything you asked,. While getting dressed i decided to wear my cute red satin panties (thong) and matching camisole.It came down just past my round ass and it felt so amazing againt my naked skin. I finished with regulare jeans and a black shit to try to look "normal",i hated it... I left my place and went to the river where i always went to have some "alone time".I had a good spot picked out,lots of trees and bushes so that no one could see me and what i was doing but the excitement of being caught dressed in. The harder I fought the deeper he fisted me, he was at his wrist by now. As he fucked my pussy he began squeezing my throat tighter. As I was close to passing out from the pain and the lack of air I came. My juices squirted around his hand and down his arm. I thought the other night had been the best I’d ever had, I was wrong!“see I told you that you were a slut! You loved that” he smiled All I could do was nod my head. Brent grabbed his camera and took several pics of the dildo in my mouth,.