Unki “gaaand”ka hole garam-garam tha….main unki gaand k hole par he apna “kela”ragad raha tha……or us par apna “kele ka rus” laga rah... tha”Mere “kele’ki garmi se aunty “machal rahi thi”unhone karhate hue kaha “ab faad do meri gaand ko mere jaanu”bahut saalo se pyassi hain……bujha do meri gaand or chut ki garmi…..”or maine zor se apna “lund” “Marwari aunty”ki “gaand”main ghusad diya”aunty karah uthi”aaaaaaaaa,ahhhh”,ohaaahhhh”karhane ki awaaz sun main or zor se “shot’s” marne laga……aunty ko bhi. “Shawn Taylor.”“Mia?" I said incredulously, with a smile on my face. We hugged. “Wow, I’m speechless. How’d you...”“A girl has her ways, Shawn. How in the world did you get into this business? I never pictured you in this,” Mia said.“Well... Funny story about that, I met my...”“Wait... your girlfriend’s a stripper?" Mia asked.“She... It’s a long story. If I don’t mind asking you, we haven’t opened yet. So, do you mind telling me what are you doing here?" I said, tilting my head.“I need a job. I will shower you with gifts… some to be enjoyed by you… and others to be used by me.’ Charmed by his words and driven by the desire to please him I lowered onto my knees, helped undo his pants and gently guided his manhood out into the open. I glanced up at Richard and found that I truly enjoyed this view of him… me at his feet as his submissive to command… his slave to abuse as he wished. Gently I wrapped my red painted lips around his cock and slowly, delicately took him in. He inhaled. Tears swirl down her cheeks.It is almost half past nine, the time that the mail is usually delivered. That brings me to an idea.I quickly put on a pair of trousers and wait for the postman at the front door.There he is, he sees me and brings me the mail personally. "Do you have time?" I ask. Probably he thinks I want to offer him something to drink so he says yes.he is going to drop the engine off his scooter "follow me" I say.the door of the bedroom is a bit open "look inside" hesitantly he.