I struggled as best I could, lifting him to his feet and staggering inside, bumping into things and trying not to make a noise, while he cut an almost...hilarious figure as the classic drunk, weaving all over the place, dribbling and muttering all the time. This was the first time I had laid hands on him and I was already aroused by the warmth of his body, albeit sweaty and smelling of booze! I slung his arm over my neck to support him and I secured it by holding his hand on that side, while my. There's a pile outside where I startedclearing it out, but you got here 'fore I got too far. In about, uh..."He looked at his watch on his wrist, "two hours I'll treat you to somelunch. Gloves are in the basket on the truck bed over there." He saidgesturing behind him. "Mrs. Weaver," He said looking at Greg's mom, "Wantsome fire wood to take back with ya?" Uh, sure," she replied. "Haven't used the fire place in a while. I guessI'll take some if you don't need it." Mr. Hayes waved his. Salim kyu aisa karte ho ,ye teri punishment hai jo mujhe do hapte tadpaya ,phir neck ko bhi chumate me do bite di Phir mene uske angur jaise pyare boobs pe attack kiya do no boobs ko chusane laga bade pyare boobs the bada maza a raha tha use choosne me .Mene lungi nikali aur apna kadak utha hua lund Salma ke hath me pakadaya ,use munmh me le ke chooso ,usne kaha Salim pleae me nahi .Mene uske baloko jorse pakad ke kaha saali ye to tujhe roz choosna hai .Wo mera lund mumhme le ke choosne lagi. I do this with his eyes on me at all times, and I feel as though he is evaluating me and is deciding whether I am worthy of his hands on me.It?s getting late and I finish my journal, and Sir tells me to sit at his feet, which I do gladly. He then tells me that I should do what feels right at that moment, so I lean my head on his lap and close my eyes, soaking up the feeling of being owned and controlled.We watch some TV together, me on the floor at his feet and him stroking my hair and now and.