Frenchie, in her own logical manner, was able to equate the constant suggestion of her non-existent political deviancy as an attack on her absent moth...r, her unknown father, and her questionable right to existence.Understandably, V.C Frenchie became what everyone thought her be all along – A Vietnamese Communist sympathizer.It was no more an unusual circumstance than to be expected in the storm of confusion that was Indochina in the 1960s.Ice was Frenchie's livelihood.The Americans never asked. "Look at it jump. Ok, so what do I do first?" Well, squirt some lotion in your hand and then rub it on my penis." I told her, nervously. I was so eager to cum that I used the medical term since I didn't want to chance scaring her off by calling it something crude. I sat down on the toilet while she applied a dollop of lotion to her right palm."Ok, hold my penis at the base with your left hand and rub the lotion on the shaft like you're applying it to your wrist or something."She approached me. “How was your day, sweetheart?” “Well asshole, it was going fine... until you opened your mouth. So, stop being a smart ass, shut up and”... BDSM “Take it like the bitch you are,” I said, as I rammed my condom covered rubber opaque cock deeper inside him - condom covered, because I normally made Eric suck me off after anal, and the thought of him tasting his own shit, well, hmmm, ewwwww. I reached beside me, grabbed my whip, and gave it a quick flick across his lily – hairy, I might add -. Mummy ne akbar ka bed mere room me lga diya tha aur mujhe bola ke akbar tumhare sath soyega me ne kaha theek he. Raat ko jab ham apne room me aaye to me ne sone ke liye apne shots pehen liye phir me aur akbar thori der baatien karte rahe phir me ne kaha ke mujhe neend aa rahi he aur me so gaya.raat ko meri aankh khuli to mujhe apni gaand pe kuch mehsoos howa. Akbar meri gaand ko sehla raha tha me sone ka natak karne laga. Us ne dhire se mere shorts ka nadha khola aur mere shorts dhire se utar.