Hurt me my Lord. I want you, and want you badly. When I was playing with myself, it was you I was thinking of Master. How handsome and how Majestic yo... are even now. And how well you have treated me and my child. I am all yours, Babu.” And my sucking intensified. First, on one breast and then on the other. I then turned her over, and removed her sari. And then, from the nape of her neck I started kissing her, placing wet kisses all over her, lingering quite a bit at her ass, tonguing her there,. I couldn't believe my luck. This had to be one of the best days of my life. After a minute or so, I got up and casually walked over to where the sock had lain. Slowly I bent down and picked it up. I decided not to smell it out of fear of someone may be watching me, so I tucked it inside my jeans pocket and went to sit inside my car.Once inside my car I took out the sock and put it near my nose. I could smell the young woman's sweat mixed with some sort of lotion or perfume. It was a heavenly. I can bear it no longer. I arch my back and pour my hot come into her eager, slurping mouth. The golden come runs out the sides of her mouth and down her chin; she tries to catch every drop. There’s so much she can’t possibly swal-low it all.“Oh, my God,” she cries, “you taste so good! Sweet, warm, and delicious!”After many days and nights of loving, my wife tells me that when she swallows my come it creates a fantastic urge to fuck or suck me about a day later. She says the urge peaks at about. She works out of her home. It’s two blocks down, the second door on the right.”They followed his directions to a building that was similar to many others around the city—two stories and made of wood, it extended the full length of the block but was divided into multiple homes, each with its own separate door. The front windows were too small to serve as storefronts, but there was a sign on the door marking the leatherworker’s home.Unsure whether to treat it as a home or a shop, Shavala knocked.