Her leaking juices ran down his shaft and dripped on the floor as she urged Roban to“Push!”He was still glaring at her and snarled “You’ll reg...et it,” but he did as ordered.A forceful thrust from his hips plunged Roban’s cock deep into her center and drove the air noisily out of her lungs.“Ohh fuck,” Ynerca used her next breath to groan.Her spread thighs began to tremble and she clutched his neck to hang on. Roban moved his arms too. He held her bent knees in the crook of his elbows and grabbed. When excited she spilled the beans on everything she'd done.Those stories always ended with us reenacting the best parts inglorious mind-blowing bouts of sex. I wondered if Robin made things upjust to act them out later with me.Once, Robin told me about the day Tariq sold her to the Prince. "So,did you love Tariq?" I asked.Robin gave me a puzzled look. "Don't be silly. He was just my master, Ididn't love him." You just told me that you begged him to keep you, then paraded throughthe streets of. Lets just say that by the time he was finished Nitin was crying like a 6 year old and he was shaking like a leaf in autumn. Not only was he fired but was told to leave the city forever in 1 week with his family otherwise say goodbye to his career forever and everything that will happen to him or his family. The thing is that with his contacts and power, Uncle Raj was fully capable of doing that and even more and he knew that too. He ran away from the office as soon as uncle told him to fuck off. We ate our food there and then got in the room that he booked.It was 10 in the night. I was in the washroom when I heard someone came in our room. I came out after some 5 mins and saw a man nearly 60-65 standing in a blue kurta and white pajama.His name was Zakir. He was almost equal to my husband’s in height. Lean physique, dark complexion with a bit long beard. He was looking a bit somewhat like a vegetable vendor or something. I smiled at him and my husband introduced me to him.My husband.