I’m close to completing my studies in the business management program at the Sprott School of Business of Carleton University. And I have, no, had t...e love of the most amazing woman ever. Yasmin Hussein, a tall, curvaceous, sinfully sexy Somali-Canadian Muslim cutie. We met under less than ideal circumstances at work, and totally clicked. For a while, we were together. This chick changed my life. I loved Yasmin more than I loved myself. How I miss my Somali goddess. Still, you can’t have a. I greeted her with a smile. This I think relieved her tension a little. She was in a blue sari which always I loved to see her in. I asked to sit her and asked what she likes to drink. But she asked me whether I got any solution. I gave her a glass of juice and asked to drink it first. She drank it in one stretch which showed her tension. She said sir…. .I said, “ there is a way out and it will be under my risk but I wish you will be thankful for it. She replied “sir I promise”. I asked her to. I almost climaxed, it provided such welcome relief. The next thing to feel the pinch of the clothes pins were my pubic lips. He licked me first to make sure I was as aroused as could be before he attached them, another wave of pain following, not quite as bad as my nipples. When they were fastened, he rubbed between them, bringing me to orgasm despite the pain, and as soon as I started quivering in pleasure, he pulled them off, intensifying my climax. Marco was being very creative. I’d never. I reached the back of her left thigh; I was once again assaulted by her scent. Unable to resist any longer, I asked her get up on her knees. Pushing her cheeks apart, I slid my tongue along her treasures.Her cry of pleasure was muffled by the pillow she was resting her head on.My cock jumped in appreciation and I began to relentlessly lick her.She was grinding herself against my face, which was coated in her juices, and screaming into the pillow, when her first climax hit. Not giving her spasms.