Ami jiggasa korlamachha didi apnar songe Dinur kokhon ei bapare kotha holo. Tokhon torma bollo ke khabar somoy dekhoni Dinu amar pase bose amar sarir ...oladiye hat bhore diye amar ekbar jol khosie diyeche, sei jonnoi to amarsarita keche dilam jate rater modhye sukiye jai. Ami bollam achha taikhabar somoy apni thik moto khachhilen na ar bar bar uh ah korchilen.Tokhon ami mone korchilam je eto goromer jonno mone hoi. Amar ma bolloki korbo bolo amar pase khete bose Dinu je amar eto boro. Philippe, meanwhile, had encountered his wife, who was on her knees in the cell."Get up, Belle."With her head down, she said, "With respect, sir, I am now Zero Three. Indentured Servant trainee."His voice hardening, he commanded, "You know I was addressing you. Stand up."She obeyed, adopting the parade rest position, head up but eyes cast down.He inspected her critically, but found little to complain of in her body. A week of supervised exercise had somewhat toned the body which had been soft.. I let go of her wrist just so I could go back to making her ass even more red. I was pounding into her so hard, the couch started to move, little by little, across the hardwood floor. Another open palm to her left ass cheek, and another squeal of pain and surprise muffled by the couch. Her pussy gripped my cock as her body tensed from the strike to her ass. Damn, that felt good. Lets try that again. Another palm to her right cheek and again, her body reflexively tightened and her pussy clamped. “You know what!” I hiss, as one of your fingers presses into my core. “I want to hear you say it. I want you to beg.” I moan as your tongue flicks over me again. “Please, oh god please.” I can feel you smile as you take my clit between your lips and your tongue, worrying it until it’s hard and aching. “You like that, don’t you.” You say a single finger starts to probe my ass. “Yes, yes I do.” I manage to groan. “More, please,” I moan again, louder, when a second finger is added. My hips.