S: mera pati sch me nalla h uska lund 3.5″ ka h jo shyd e kbhi khada hota h or pichle 2 saal se hath tk ni lagaya uss bhadve ne.Me: tension mtlo bab... m hu na tmhare lie ab.Fir dobara koshish krne pe iss baar mera lund aadha chala gya or wo zor se cheekhi or rone lagiS: plz stop mjhse ni hoga boht dard ho rha h please leave me mjhse ni saha jaa rha.Kiss krte hue maine use shant krwaya and 10 min baad dusra dhakka maara issue baar mera lund pura andar jaa k seedha uski bachedaani pe laga wo. The cleaning lady’s daughter Maria looked over at him like he was some kind of crazy man talking to himself in the lonely, empty restaurant. He smiled at the girl and promised his diminishing libido that someday soon he would suggest to her that they join together in carnal explorations. Of course, that depended on the absence of her overly protective mother often out searching for fresh produce in the farmer’s market or discussing the rising prices on the “catch of the day” with the sun-tanned. Like a rum with a slice of lemon on the rocks, my orientation was just a little meticulous. For one man only, I did make an exception. I wore a thong for him solely, but not for conception. It was an alright fine adjustment made. The decision was mine, in an exchange to get paid. He was straight even. Not homo. He did not get nude. Oh no. I just didn't want be rude. To wrestle with me was his desire. I was at least a semi pro sex worker for hire. But it was always like that. On my pedestal I. “Yes, I know. This night is hers, so lets treat her well,” I said, and she looked at me puzzled.“Be sure we will, amico mio. I have that Masseto Toscana that you like, should we start with that and aperitivi?”“Yes. That sounds good. Thanks for receiving me brilliantly like this on such short notice, my friend.”“For you, always. Ci vediamo tra poco! Enjoy your evening.” He acquiesced to me, then to her, and he left.The night went on pretty smoothly. Apart from the fact I had to demand that she.