Perhaps it was embarrassment. I needed to know why.“What distracted you?” I asked. “What was happening in the bedroom must have been worth watch...ng.”“I’d rather not say,” the priest mumbled. For the first time in the interview, Bottomore appeared to be flustered.“Well, I’d rather you did, Father Bottomore. We may have a murder on our hands. You were a witness to everything that went on that night. I must insist on being told why you didn’t see what happened.”“I was distracted by Purdy Purity,”. Woh aunty thi hi aisi ki uske naam se kitne log muth maarte honge pata nahi. Aisehi shaam jab main guitar claas se wapas aa raha tha to mujhe balcony me aunty khadi hui dikhi, maine socha bahut ho gaya ab to kuch karna hi hoga.Ye soch ke maine uski balcony ke neeche bike laga di. Aur thoda aage chalne ke baad maine mera rumaal nikala aur dekha ki uski nazar kahi mere paas to nahi. Woh dusari jagah dekh rahi thi, ye mauka dekh ke maine rumaal wahi neeche gira diya.Ab main mobile nikal ke aisehi. Once again she was lifted and once again dropped on to the seat. Her butt plug was driven painfully deeper. Kouma managed to twist so that she could glance out the cabin door. There stood her master, motionless. It was clear that he would make no effort to intervene. And then, he was gone, as they sat her forward on the bench. The men would waste no time nor effort with applying straps. Their method was to be simple, effective and painful.The hauled her bottom forward, to the very edge. With no barrier, his fingers touched my juicy pussy and he stroked up and down my slit, making me even wetter. Satisfied I was ready and willing, he inserted two fingers and pressed his thumb on my back entrance. Wedged against the wall, I clung on to Bill’s neck while he finger-fucked fast and deep. He kissed me, probing my mouth with his tongue and almost matching the in-and-out rhythm of his fingers.I was soon trembling, heading swiftly for an orgasm like I’d never had before. I thought for.