I closed my eyes and whispered my answer, praying he would stop making me answer these questions. Youre right. I liked it. You liked what, my pet? I l...ked seeing that girl get treated like a slut. He smiled, and rested his hand against my thigh once more. I moaned again. Good girl. Thats what I like to hear. You deserve a little reward for your obedience. Ashamed, I immediately thought of his cock again. And how it would feel buried deep in my wet pussy. I blushed, and wished I could hide my. I didn't want to give out my digits or even bother responding to messages, I just wanted a guy to appear, drop his pants and offer up a nice wet cock for my hungry mouth. I knew there was a fast food restaurant right across the street, and a great idea struck me. In my ad, I described myself, what I was looking for, and told readers that I wouldn't be responding to messages. I told them if they wanted to hook up, they needed to head over to the restaurant at a specific time. I'd be. Lekin itni himmat nhi hoti thi. Usne bhi bhot bar mere khade lund ko dekh lia tha. EK din mama mami market gye hue the aur aryan tution pe. Kanika mere liye tea bna rahi thi. aur main drawing room me baitha tv dekh rha tha.Usi time meri nazar uski gand par padi, kya gand thi uski man ker rha tha ke abhi lund ghusa du apna main uski gand ki taraf dekh hi rha tha ke usne muje dekh lia aur boli bhai kya dekh rha he maine apne aap ko smbala aur bola kuch nhi bas teri body shape ko dekh rha hu kafi. She only wanted to do whatever pleased Greg. ‘Do you remember the blue skirt you were wearing the first time we met?’ Greg asked. ‘When you gave that presentation?’ Greg’s question caught her completely off-guard. It had been her navy blue, knee length skirt, hadn’t it? Sure, Julie remembered what she had worn for that disastrous presentation. It was an outfit she wore in a very calculating fashion, both for the presentation and at dinner that night. But why was Greg asking her about it? ‘Uh,.