.rubi pura bol bhi nahi pai ke achanak jet par dhadam se gir gai aur apna hath jet ke gardan me lapet kar chipkali ke trah chipak kar,..oo,oo,,karte h...we jhatka khane lagi mai samajh gya rubi jhar rahi thi,tabhi sardar meri patni ki chutar ko lund par kach kcha kar chap kar chikh utha””le rani mera bhiii….leeeee”maine dekha sardar apna chutar pura upar utha kar jhatka khane laga,,uff sardar karib do mint tak lagatai jhatka khata raha jab ke mai to 2-4 second me hi thanda ho jata tha,,jab tak. Perhaps he was stroking his cock through is shorts. She busied herself preparing drinks, ice tea, because on a hot day like this, it was the best thing. Once it was ready, she carried the tray out to the shaded rose harbour that was situated in one corners of the garden, by the side of the house. It was large enough too comfortably contain a dozen people, but today it just had a lounger, several chairs and a table. The rest of the furniture was packed away until needed. Brenda placed the tray. I wanted to know the feeling of giving myself completely, not only to one Master, but to many. If only for a moment like all of the other slaves were doing right now. I was at a slave auction, with the doors ready to open in about half an hour. It was the fifth one I had been to in the last few years. Of course, I was not participating as a slave, but was involved in a different way. Jordy, a very gentle, gay Dom, who had been an incredible mentor and friend to me over the last several years,. Matt blushed, thinking she must suppose he's an idiot. "I was hoping you'd ask," she said. Matt looked surprised. "You were?" "You're a good looking guy," she confessed, "and sweet. You seem kind and considerate and caring." "I am," Matt blurted. Donna smiled. "And modest, too, right?" He blushed more deeply. "And stupid," he said. "Pick me up at seven? I'm dying to see Horror Hotel." She looked sheepish. "I love horror movies." "I do, too. I'd love to see that movie." "Be careful," Donna.