Yes Sir sorry Sir I say and plunge the b**st to the back of my throat I gag but my head is held in place by my wife’s hands, go on you best enjoy th...s as its the last time tonight your going to get cock or pussy unless I say so, and I may have a treat, if you are very well behaved. Go and fix us a drink and don’t be long, I wonder into the kitchen and bring back beer for David and wine for my wife. When I come back in its my wifes turn on her knees sucking away at this huge, horse size cock,. “Kya kare, apke thatharte hoth bol Gaye”“Aap hame observe Kar rahe the”“Ab aap jaisa koi baju me ho, aur nazar na jaye to ye aapki tauhin hoti”“Tharki lagte ho, sabko aise hi line marte hoge”“Tharki nai madam, aashiq kahiye. Yaha baith kar hi mohobbat karne ka junoon rakhte hai”Wo sunte hi nazar pherli usne. “Aapka naam?”“Ab itna observe kiya hi hai to naam khud hi jaan lijiye”Aisa keh ke wo khidki ke Bahar dekhne lagi. Gardan mudi to Ek tattoo dikha.“Aarti, aap bohot khubsoorat ho”Usne apna. He looked so pathetic bent over in front of me with my fingers locked in his hair, dragging him over to the bed. I shoved him onto the bed and he scrambled to lay flat. His face look so inviting. Almost like he had "Sit on me" tattooed all over it. I slid off my pants along with my soaked panties and crawled beside him. He stuck out his tongue and glanced at me. He was such a good little pet. Of course he saw me as his lovely girlfriend, but I thought of him as nothing more than a submissive. A rich, multi billion-dollar man.When he was eleven, he had this dream of one day, when he got out of his mother’s shackles, of working to become super rich. Then he could enjoy the rest of his life squandering money while making even more money, even while sitting on the couch watching TV.Thinking of that idea, Lucas’s eyes sparkled.The number of rich men he killed could be counted by having only ten people, each using their hands and feet.He has witnessed a lot of rich men over the years,.