”“I don’t they could compare to my sisters,” I said, grinning. “It’s always a treat to deflower them.”“I will have to take your word f...r that,” she said, smiling. “If you would like to buy one, though...”“Maybe you should come to the House of the Golden Tail, and I might.”Greed flashed in her eyes. “Maybe, I will.”“Now, where is this house?”Her other slavegirl led us. With Lasla’s pussy cream still on her lips, she guided us the few blocks through the teaming street to a large building that. Shortly after they told me they had organised a special gift for me as retuning home present. The next night three of them arrived with my gift and asked if they could watch me unwrap it and play with it.My initial impression of Julian, my gift, was a tall brunette, strikingly good looking female, twelve years younger than all four women, dressed in skin tight black leather slacks and a matching top with the zipper undone to show impressive cleavage, with dusky skin and a fabulous body. I had. Looking at Heather, Darnell watched her, the spitting image of her mother. As he was about to smile, she spoke: ‘Do you want a cookie, Mr Bronson? It might cheer you up’ Reaching into her little lace pocket, Heather withdrew a rumpled tissue. She walked hesitantly to him, dabbed at his tear, and stood still. Darnell’s eyes welled up with tears, as he gently opened his arm for Heather to come to him, beside Adam. Hugging both children, Darnell’s heart swelled with joy. Heather layed her head on. Phir mene aapna phone nikala or usko uski nangi photo dikhae or bola ki ye me sab ko dikha dunga.Vo thodi gabra gae or bola ki please aaisa maat karo or rone lagi .Mene moke ka faida uthate huve bathroom ka darvaja under se band kar diya.Or usko kaha ki muje ek baar aapko kiss karne do , aapke boobs dabane do or ass bhi dekhne do je bhar ke to me ye photo delete kar dunga.Vo thoda sochane lagi or fir bola sir dekhana sex nahi.Me manna gaya.Me pehle to uska towel nikala or usko kiss karne.