Yeh karte wakt babuji ke awaaz se Daya chaunk utthi hai.DG: Babuji! Yeh aap kya kar rahe ho?CG: Bahu mujhse ab rah nahi jaa raha! Jethya ki maa bhi ki...ne saal hogayi duniya se nikle hue. Aur iss lund ko shaant karne wali bhi koi nahi! Hath se hi kaam kar leta hun. Lekin abhi jo maine dekha usse lagta hai ki tumhe bhi lund ki jarurat hai. Kya Jethya acche se tumhe chodta nahi?DG: Nahi babuji, waisa kuch nahi hai. Woh jab main aapko chai dene aayi toh apka lund lungi se bahar khada hua dekha. Toh. Her knickers were on the floor next to Dean and her skirt hitched right up around her waist. His head was buried between her legs. Sarah’s head was arched backwards, biting her lip which she always did when aroused. She was moaning and breathing heavily. I stood at the door and started taking pictures. Dean stopped when he heard the shutter. He looked around and I smiled at him. He turned back without a word and continued to pleasure my girlfriend.I continued taking pictures and videoing the. When he pulled out Peter said, "Now you're going to suck my cock." He quickly pulled out of me and knelt next to my turned head. I felt his dick against my lips and I knew he was trying to push into my mouth. I felt another man move in between my legs and I moaned as he did. I kept my lips shut tight as Peter kept trying to push into my mouth. The man fucking me was nice and big; I was making all kinds of wonderful sounds with my mouth tightly shut as he kept fucking me. He was picking up speed. Amy could see gloved hands extending from the shadows that framed her interrogator. He carefully examined each piece of jewelry. Her watch received special attention although Amy couldn’t see why. Then, her blouse was carefully examined. The hems and stitching carefully inspected. Next it was her skirt. The same procedure was followed for her socks and tennis shoes. The clothes were returned to the duffle bag. The jewelry went back into the plastic basket.The interrogator spoke. Amy stared.