Hum ne diner keya or hum tv dekhne lage, thodi der mai papa bole beta mujhe subhe jaldi duty par jana hai chalo so jao mai uth kar jane lega tabhi rem... boli papa aaj mai aap ke paas so jao, papa bole keyo keya baat hai mai to jaise marne wala ho geya or yamraaj mujhe saaf dekhai dene lagay tabhi rema boli mamy nahi hai mujhe subhe jalde uth kar aap ka breakfast benana hoga, papa bole thik hai or mai roomn mai chela geyaor sochne lega bech geya Raj.Par man mai to mare choor tha ke rema papa ko. After we got her set with the harness she took me over to the table in the room and forced me to bend over, allowing my growing cock to hang between my legs. I draped my arms across the top of the table and she used straps to tie them in place. With her standing behind me now I felt her begin to lightly slap my ass. She is telling me that I have been a bad boy since I want to try something dirty like this. As she talks and slaps my ass I start to feel my cock grow even more and I start to. He wished he could think of how to describe what she looked like....."raw sex," maybe?He knew she watched him too, when he was eating her. He would glance up and see her staring at his mouth on her pussy, almost always with a look on her face that said...... something hot. He wasn't really very good with words.Anyway, she always looked like she was in pain, then her head would fall back exposing her amazing throat, and he really loved her throat, looking at it.But when....oh yeah, her pussy.. The giant screen directly in front of her was covered with a bewildering array of icons and buttons with which she enhances, molds, morphs and mangles reality into just the right visual effect. Myriad other little monitors and engines of destruction were scattered within easy reach of her fingers in the studio she had built with her own hands. There was nothing virtual about her skills with the computer. She certainly didn't look like your usual techno-nerd, or for that matter a partner in a.