Suri khade huve or kavita ki gaand par jor jor se thap ne lage jaise hi thap pad ti vo hilti itni jor se ke sumandar me lahere aati ho vo dekh kar mr....uri uski gaand apne muh ke pas la kar juban se chat ne lage to kavita ne khud hi cream wala dabba unko de diya vo dekha te hi mr.suri samjh gay ab majha aayega.un ho ne foran kavita ki gaand ko do no hatho se chira or bich me jaha gaand ka kana(shurag) hota he vaha cream lagaya or chat ne lage or vo bhi badi teji ke shath , dhire dhire vo kavita. Way beneath her was the stone flagged floor that had shattered the bottle of fairy dust. Normally it wouldn't be a problem but with the way the ogre was crushing her in his grip she wasn't confident that her wings would be working properly before she fell to the floor. Suddenly wriggling didn't seem like a great idea.The ogre was carrying her across the room. He put her down on a wooden board on his table, pushing her face down with the tip of his thumb in the middle of her back. She felt a. He made me cry in pain, since hi dick was very thick; but I enjoyed that anal fuck so good. Finally I was done and then I picked up my clothes to get dressed; I did not bother to put my thong back on. I could feel his seed running down the inside of my thighs as he walked me to my car. As I sat down I could feel more of his juice making its way to my ass checks…After that handsome black guy was done with me in the office, I made my way home and took a quick shower to clean myself and hope all. Oh well, if that's what he wanted, I supposed I would have to give it a go!The next day was a real eye-opener for me. After a bit of housework, a swim and a bite to each for lunch, Gary said he wanted to talk to me.He took me through to our office and showed me a word document. It was entitled My Jill's Conquests. It wasn't all that long and only had brief details such as names,dates and places. But it was a complete dossier of every sexual encounter I had experienced, even including the first.