As I tried to tune out her explicit suggestions, she regained my full attention by grabbing my swollen shaft. With a twist of her wrist she rubbed her...soft palm around the head of my penis, I jerked as my breath was cut; I almost came. “Is that what you want? You want me to bounce my ass on that dick baby?” she asked while continuing to jerk on my penis. “Just say yes... You want me to spit on that cock, hunh?.. Just tell me what I want to hear.” She slid her. Agle kuch dino usne bahut tafteesh karayi aur hume malum pada ki chacha ne mere Pitaji ki death ke baad bhi unke bank account se nakli signature kar ke paise nikale hain. Vakil apne kaam par lag gaya. Chacha giraftar kiya gaya aur case chal pada ittefaq se Vakil ki zamin mere zamin se lagi hui thi.Main kuch din Vakil ke yehan rah ke unke Mata Pita Yaane Dada Dadi se bahut ghul mil gaya, main unki subah se sham tak seva karta, pair dabata, aur khana tak apne haat se khilata, unke kahne se mujhe. The next thing I remember is waking up in a strange bed with my headspinning. I pulled the sheets off me and saw I was wearing myunderwear, that is to say my bra, panties, corset, red and blacksuspenders and fishnet stockings.My shoes, dress and hat were lying on the floor next to the bed with myhandbag. I got up with my head still spinning a bit. Yes, I washungover but not as much as I would have been if I had been drinking aman's drink like beer. I had always mistakenly considered vodka. I took a seat on a stool, flipping my short skirt out behind me as I sat down, putting my bare rear on the leather of the seat. I hooked my heels into the rung of the stool, and let my knees fall open about a foot or so.The bartender appeared in front of me, a cute blonde, and I asked for a glass of white wine. When it arrived, I took a sip, and looked into the mirror behind the bar, using it to scan the room. I noted that all of the current patrons seemed to be female, which surprised me a.