I happily moved my tongue up and down his cock, getting it sloppy wet. My pussy was getting wet too, usually giving head makes me incredibly juicy. he...began talking dirty to me, calling me a slut, bitch, whore, cunt and I moaned each time. I picked up speed and he dove his hands into my hair, grabbing it and pulling my head up and down his shaft. He threw his head back and moaned as I went down on him. Fiinally, he was ready and released his juice down my throat. Telling me to take all of it or. She sighed. -''Paul'' she said to me, tenderly. ''Let's just forget about it, okay? We cannot change what happened. We'll just never talk about it again and NEVER EVER tell anyone about it. Deal?'' Still trembling, i nodded. However, despite what mommy had said, our life was never the same after that. Days went by, with us barely exchanging a single word. We even avoided looking at each other. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened. And what made me feel even worse was the memory of. Jijaji held Shanti while jiju undressed her amid shouts of 'Let me go' 'No, I won't let you fuck me' 'Oh God, someone help me' etc.Jiju unbuttoned her blouse and pulling off her bra grabbed her swinging tits. 'BADMASH, MERI CHOOCHIYAN DABANE KI TERI HIMMAT KAISSE HUYI? (YOU ROGUE, HOW DARE YOU SQUEEZE MY BOOBIES? She screamed.Without a word Jiju put his hand inside the top of her sari and tugged, breaking the string of her petticoat. The petticoat along with the sari fell to the floor exposing. Id love that. Im sure all the club members will just love you. He stretched his back, and I admired his flat stomach and lean chest. Remind me when we get back to talk to Karen. Right, last night was so crazy. After we interrogated the P.I. and Mark gave him a million dollars to hunt down Brandon, we went to bed, exhausted. Yesterday was a long, and very emotional day. I still goggled about how much money Mark paid Doug. A million was far too much money, but Mark had a weird streak of.