Class khatam hone ke baad maine uncle se bola aap mujhey 10 min aur kara do mujhse ye yoga ho nhi rhe hei. Uncle smajh gye the ki mei interested hu. U...hone mujhey rukne ko kaha.Jab sab chale gye tab kal ki tarah mei parvat mei aa gyi aur uncle mere mpeeche khare ho kar apna lund mere hips ke beech mei rub karne lage. Thore der baad uncle ne mere boobs pakar liye aur meine moan kar diya.Uncle ne fir mere nipples dhundhkar unhe bra ke uppar se kheechna chaalu kiya. Uncle ka lund abhi pura tight. "Do not stop," I beg Nimrod. I hear him hiss his frustration at finding himself in this position. He is in deep and I can feel the tingles increase now that he is aware.Nimrod, in response, strokes my hips and one of his hands snakes around to my front to hold me tight. He starts his rhythm again. This time more sure and steady; but as gentle as he was with Saul last night.I look into Saul's eyes to see his reaction to this development, at first I think he is jealous. He has been Nimrod's only. Then I tilted the phone so she couldn’t see that the screen was blank. She didn’t need to. The volume was on high and her words left little to the imagination.“Oh, yes. Yes! Harder, Jim. Fuck me harder! Oh YES! Like that! More, more, oooh...”“You’re such a nasty little bitch!” She didn’t say that. That would have been weird. I didn’t say it either – although I could have, with complete justification. It was the voice of James McLaughlin, the chief architect at her firm. He was a complete prick. They then escorted them to the door. One Warrior opened the door while the other went in. The one holding the door open gestured the two men from IFN inside.“Good morning, gentlemen. I am Hearth Ramya.”“I’m Wolfgang Van Wyck and my driver is Lieutenant Beers.”“I understand you are from the International Federation of Nations and are here to inspect the camp,” Hearth Ramya said.“Yes, we are.”“I’ll need to see your IDs,” she said.The two men pulled out their identification cards. She took them,.