I always fantasized making love to her and masturbated many times thinking of her. She was not used to bike rides so she sat carefully holding the car...ier (without holding me), after about 2 min of riding we came over a pot-hole (common on Mumbai roads). I tried to avoid it but could not, my SIL nearly lost her balance but she somehow caught me tightly and we missed an accident. I stopped my bike, we both were shaken, I explained to my SIL to please hold me, in case we come across some other. I can still smell her pussy on him.I remember when this would already have made me gag. My gag reflex is pretty much gone now. That took quite a bit of practice. Although, if this goes on long enough and deep enough. Yup, there it goes, still have a bit of gag reflex. The thick slime I choke up covers his cock as I rub it with my hands all over his shaft and balls. I slurp up the excess slime and swallow it.His balls are pretty slimed up now. I wrap my thumb and forefinger around the base of. It was slow going and I got to the agent’s office around 3:45. I shut the truck off and hoped out and went to the door, and it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about a 100 times, and no answer. I grabbed my cell phone and call, but got just the recording tell that the office was closed, and the times it was to be opened. I just hate them fucking machines.I had noticed when I pulled up that her car was still in her parking space by the side door. So I walk to the side door and turned. Without the stunning, if you don’t mind.”“Okay. Get on the floor.”In a few moments Carol was upside down and swinging gently over the drain. Her inverted view of the room was just as dazzling with just as much distraction.“And now what?”“After your throat is cut, we let you rest here for a few minutes to bleed out. Candy and Margaret usually take this time to talk to you to keep you calm. After a while, you pass out.”“I see.” Helen looked up and saw the drain beneath her head. It had been.