.maine bola ki thik hai to main bhi nai khaunga..to unhone khaya thora and unke saath maine bhi thora khaya.unhone mujhse bola ki tumhe ghar nai jana ...ai..to maine ghar pr phone karke puchha ki kya karuGhar pr bole ki agar unki tbiyat thik nai hai to tum wahi ruk jaao kal subah aa jana.maine bola thik hai ab problem ye thi ki wo akeli rahti thi and unk yaha 1 hi bed tha jispar dono sote the…wo mujse boli ki tum upar so jaao chhotu ke saath main niche so jaungi..maine kaha nahi aap soyiye muje. You will not use the furniture here or at home when Iam there."I almost argued, told her that she couldn't tell mewhat to do in my own home, but I thought better of it."You are going to give me a massage, when Idismiss you, you will get dressed and leave without speaking." A half hour later, after she dismissed me, I wentstraight to the bar to cerebrate over my predicament. I knew i was stuck, there was no way I wanted mymother and the few people I actually claimed as friends to see those. I wondered what the doll girl was telling but realizing that my pajama was opened up in dreams to fuck you darling and that my penis was erect high tight like a pole she rightly said zanda uncha. I felt shy and corrected my clothes but she still went laughing and teasing that my pajama was now turned a tent and that something was ready to come out for flag saying zanda uncha rahe hamahra. I could not understand initially but slowly called her close. She said in ears that it was very nice scene. “Show me how much you liked it, slut, tell me how much you liked it,” Alex prompted Izzy, spurring his sister into even more frantic movements as she leaned backwards and supported her weight on her arms, hands on Alex’s legs.“God, I loved it, I loved how I couldn’t resist, I loved how he just did what he wanted, being a good girl. I loved how he manhandled me” Izzy told Alex breathlessly, “then I loved how he spanked me,” all as her hips swiveled to get the best amount of friction she could,.