" I can't believe you couldn't find anyone to ask you," Arthell said. "You look like a super model or something." Listen to you," Laura laughed, pokin... her shoulder affectionately. "I do not." She shifted the subject away from herself. "You said 'was'. I mean, about your father. I hope he's not-" Dead?" Arthell smiled and shook her head. "No. He's alive and kicking. He quit to teach music in the schools. All those smoky bars, and being on the road all the time, it was killing him." Well, you. Please, Pete, be that man you always dreamt of becoming. Prove to me you are a real man; make love to me. Breed your mommy, give me a baby. Please honey, I am so ready, ready to have a baby. Make mommy pregnant...do it now, or there might not be a next time..."Okay, I admit it. I am no saint. Here was a woman about 39, with a perfect figure, dragging her boobs across my chest with nipples popped. Meanwhile, she was either rubbing my cock with her slavering pussy lips or using her surprisingly. Mene bola mujhe doosro ka to pata nhi par me to kanjoos nahi hoon agar me apse ye kharid bhi leta to me inka karta kya vo jhat se boli apni girlfriend ko gift kar dete me thoda hasa aur bola meri koi girl friend nahi vo boli ho hi nahiSakta mene kaha sach me nahi he vo boli thik he tumhara vishwas kar leti hun aur us kanjoos wali baat ka bura mat manna i m just kidding me bola not at all mujhe bura nahi laga aise hi hamari bate aage badne lagi aur vo bhi mujhse be jhijak bate karne lagi to mene. Hans placed one on each of my wrists cinching them tightthen locking each one to the hanging chains. My hands dangled down as low as myshoulders as the chains had a lot of slack, Hans then spread my legs about threefeet apart and attached each ankle cuff to chain?s anchored into the woodenfloor. Hans walked over to a wall and started to turn two hand cranks, as hedid this the chains attached to my wrist cuffs started to take up there slack anddraw my arms upwards. He did this slowly and I could.