Aaj mai aap ko apani stori shear karne ja raha hu.mera nam rajesh hai mai mumbai ka rahane wala hu. meri wife up(varanshi) ki hai.aur vo padhilikhi na...i hai fhir bhi maine usase shadi ki.mai apani wife se setisfide nahi hu.vaise hum joined family ke sath mumbai me rahte hai mai marketing me job karta hu jis vajah se muzeIndia me bahot jagah jana padata hai.sudanly muze 3 month ke liye varnsi job ke liye jana pada to maine apane sasural me na jakar vaha par ek kiraye ka makan le liya aur rahane. “It’s on free play, just pick out what you want to dance to and go ahead.” I looked over the play list, and saw hardly anything I recognized. Finally, I picked out a few songs at random and climbed up on the platform. The first song was a noisy techno thing that at least had a good strong rhythm. I was able to dance to it pretty well, (I thought) and by the time it was done, I had dropped my skirt and stepped out of it, and was working my “liquor in front, poker in the rear” panties down to. In the messages Ken had posed as Jenny and he had told this guy named Jim that she had a fantasy about having sex with a black man. The messages were extremely explicit but Jenny learned that Jim was a twenty year old from Detroit who lived in a poor all black neighborhood but he had a thing for white women. Over the years Jenny and Ken had watched some interracial porn and they both agreed that under the right circumstances having sex with a black person would be sensual. As Jenny read the hot. Gillian kept pumping till she wassure Crystal had been milked try and his moans of post orgasmicsatisfaction had ceased. Gillian wiped her hand on a tissue and buttonedher blouse.She faced the exhausted Crystal one last time."Baby doll you were marvellous. We're through now. Just one lastinjection to help you relax."Crystal felt a hypodermic enter his arm. He felt the liquid enter hisblood stream and the warm glow of contentment as it pumped though hisveins. As the drug hit his brain he.