Marjorie hummed softly to herself as she walked past me and out of the bedroom.The moment I thought she had left, I tugged at the chains that bound me...securely to the bed, trying to escape but knew it was impossible.Marjorie returned with a roll kitchen plastic cling wrap and smiled evilly at me.I tried to talk, to ask her what she was doing but the gag effectively muffled my pleas.‘Serena told me about this,’ Marjorie said calmly as she tore off a section of the plastic film. ‘She’s such a. He uttered a slight Ohhhh, and slowly said in my ear, “ganda bacha”. I smiled and started to and fro movements on his dick. With the increase in our sensation, the movements of our hands were getting increased.Suddenly he stopped and left my dick. He got a little lower and brought his face a little closer to my dick head. I knew what he was up to now and there was a strange sensation in my body anticipating that. He lowered his face and planted a little kiss on my dick head. It throbbed then. He was not going to stop messing with her anyway, so she might as well try to make it more enjoyable and riding a lawn mower while having sex was a fantasy she did not know she had until just now.“How about you take everything off now,” Max suggested. He had seen the change in her attitude and he did not want to let it slip. If he wanted her to be a willing participant he really should have started this way, just taking risqué pictures of her until she was willing to go further. He still did. So, tell me a little about yourself,” I said as I took a morsel from my plate. “But, wait, let me go first. My name is Sofia. I’m a highly reputed dress designer in the city, unmarried, 38 years old. I don’t mind telling people how old I am. Lying is unnecessary because you still can’t be any younger that you are. Now you.”“Well, I’m a 20 year old by the name of Suchitra. My parents have me in a private girls’ school which I really do like a lot. I spend the summers with them in the city and at.