Quick wash of my face and hands, I feel refreshed. I glance around the classy water closet. I see two stalls and two urinals. Between the urinals and ...he first stall is a door. Seems really odd to have a door there. I walk over and try the handle and to my surprise it's opened. On the other side of the door I find a closet-sized room. It's bare, with a light on the ceiling and a tiny ray of light coming from the wall. I inspect the wall to find a round hole.Michelle wipes some sweat off her. . .hh..aaaa…nnn…..ahhhhhh aa…nnn……hh ..aaaa…nnn… ..hh..a.a.a.a…nnn… ..hh..a.a.a.a…nnn.. ….hh..a.a.a.a…nnn… Ahhhhhhh .hh..aaaa…nnn……hh..aaaa…nnn……hh..aaaa…nnn….. Aaaaa hhhhhh kooooooooorrrrrrrrr ahhhhhh aaaaaaaaaa.o.o.o.o.o.o..o.o…o.o..oo…..o… 3/4 miniter moton partho riyar pachha ta ke tule tule amar leuarar upore jhaki marlooooo aar jhaki marar samai bolchhilo ne ne amar chodan rani sali kha chodan kha reee aro ne aaj toke eto sukh deboo reee ahhhh tui kono dino bhulte parbi na re kakur barar. You are not going to find a better, more well-made pair of scissors than these anywhere in the world. They are made only for cutting material, so don’t ever use these on paper, OK, Les?’ ‘OK’ I vowed to him with my life, ‘never, Dad, I will never use them on paper.’ Dam, that guy was a genius! Carefully but swiftly, with his Wiss Sheers, Dad cut off one of the foot-sections on one of the legs of my Mom’s pantyhose. I was still totally dumb-founded, but when he picked up his fishing pole, and. Now that wet horny cunt must be fucked says my guy. She should not be able to walk out from here, the sperm must run out of her.They release my arms from the bed, but hold on to the lines tied to my hands.They get me up on my feet to stand next to the bed, my guy gives me a deep kiss, and pulls my tits.Do you like it, he asks, giving my tits some slappings, I reply with a whimper.Not because it hurt, but I stood bound, got groped and had fingers up my holes and got my tits slapped.Listen my.