“Slut, is there something more that you need?” he asked.My eyes looking at the floor I responded, “Your slut would like to cum Sir”.“Well me... did you hear that? This whore of a slut wants to cum”, Lord Dariff said.My Master came down to my face holding my chin in his hand. He slowly lifted my head so that I would look him in his eyes.“Oh but my beautiful fat whore you will cum!” he said coyly. Directing my head to the vibrators. “You will cum again and again. It is part of your training.”Now. കാലു പൊട്ടി വൃണമായി അതില്‍ നിന്നും ചോരയൊലിക്കുന്നു. ഒരു മാതിരി കരി ഓയിലിന്റെ നിറം. ചെമ്മരിയാടിന്റെ രോമം പോലെയുള്ള താടി. ചുക്കിച്ചുളിഞ്ഞ ഒരു ഷര്‍ട്ട്. ഒരു കൂറ മുണ്ട്. നല്ല വെളുത് അത്തിപ്പഴം പോലിരിക്കുന്ന ചേച്ചിയുടെ വീട്ടിലെ ജോലിക്കാരന്റെ ലുക്ക്‌ പോലുമില്ല.അയാള്‍ പിന്നെയും നോട്ടം തുടരുകയാണ്. അതോടെ എന്റെ ക്ഷമ നശിച്ചു. ” താന്‍ എന്ത് വൃതികെടാടോ ഈ കാണിക്കുന്നത് ?” ഞാന്‍ ചോദിച്ചു. അതോടെ അയാള്‍ എന്റെ നേരെ തിരിഞ്ഞു, ” നിനക്ക് നോക്കി രസിക്കാന്‍ എന്റെ ഭാര്യയെ തന്നെ വേണം അല്ലേട?” എന്നും പറഞ്ഞു അയാള്‍ എന്നെ. By that time, it had started raining heavily outside. A quick gulp and the liquid burned down her throat. The second sip was easier and it started soothing her nerves a little, giving warmth in her belly. She was feeling hungry - the vodka had its effect. Preetha called up the local restaurant on her mobile. They said that delivery would be delayed, as it was raining heavily. The rain outside pitter-pattering on the widows, the heat of vodka in her veins, Preetha was yearning for something; her. He alternated between her ass and her pussy, playing, dipping. Sometimes he would go from the warm towel to the an ice cold one, to see her reaction. Then, he would warm her again. He felt the moisture begin again in her loins. Her clit poked through grotesquely, begging to be played with. Anna started to grind her hips against his hand, trying to get more pleasure from him. He took one of the cold towels and touched it to her clit, setting her off in a maelstrom of spasms, all pleasurable. He.