O sune khub rege gelo tarpor bohu koste oke manalam. Er por hothat kore or phone number chailam amra erpor theke ekjon arekjon k message or call korta... oke vuleo sex er katha boltam na tarpor ekdin or sathe meet korlam or bari amar college er e khub kache chilo ami or sathe ekt apublic place e dekha korlam tarpor or sathe sondhe bela ghurlam ar tiffin korlam er por ami oke bollam or bari niye jete kintu o raji holo na or barite anek lok thake ei vabe amader alap cholte cholte ami ekdin or sathe. She abruptly decided that she wouldn't tell her husband about it. If it had been just Carlos — well, she'd tell Michael about that, he'd love it. But with the old man? She was afraid of what Michael might think. Not so much that he'd be mad, but that he'd be thrilled, and then what that might lead to.Jen pulled her keys from her purse. She was a mess, and had to get home to clean up. Just as she began to start the car, her cell phone rang."Hi, it's me." It was Michael. "I was thinking. We're. How could she? Did she just violate Ashley's privacy? She had to clean it now, but with what? Would Ash notice?"Shit, shit!" she whispered with no one around.In retrospect, sitting on her couch in her mid-thirties, about to cum as she browsed dozens of sex toys online, what ensued was a hilarious operation of epic proportion. A plot no one knew, the perfect "crime" to smuggle her roommate's fake dong to the kitchen to wash it in a closed pot with an elaborate backstory about burning caramel. Then she moved around to the other side and used it on her slut's breasts, my slave-ringed tits swinging with each blow. Finally on to my pussy, the flogger crashing down on my rapidly reddening cunt, the target being between slut's titanium rings.My body was nicely warmed up by now, so Mistress moved on to her leather paddle, again starting on my back and arse, then finally my saggy tits. With each hit of the paddle my breasts again swung violently from side to side. Each blow gradually.