He was almost bucking—no small feat when one is hanging by his cock and balls. Before long, he gave out a long, guttural sigh. Just as he did, Mis...ress grabbed me by the hair and pulled me off his cock.Startled, i backed up—but only a couple of feet. i saw the other Mistress grab the slut’s jerking cock, still glistening with my saliva, and release the open electrode onto its head and the first two inches of its shaft. The electrode’s teeth sank deeply into the slut’s meat, not enough to. After some time…Umaa aunty: Your cock is so hard now…we need to take care of it don’t we? Let me see….maybe it needs some good sucking.Sanju: oh….ah…oh yes aunty….suck it…. you are so awesome aunty…Umaa aunty: your cock is so good Sanju…. (slurp-slurp) i didnt know that a young boy such as you could have such a nice dick…. (slurp-slurp).Kasheesh on the other end was perfectly imitating the sound of a blowjob. Sanju wondered whether she had a dildo with her.Sanju: Oh aunty….yes like that…please. He asked if he could use the phone, I said of course, and showed him to it shaking my thonged ass while walking in front of him. While he was on the phone, I bent over like I was looking for something giving him a great shot of my very fine ass, I stayed that way for quite a while, I was sooooo hot for him. After he got off the phone he looked at me and said "Cindy, what kind of game are you playing with me? I've been around the block a couple of times, I know when I'm being fucked with" I gave. He was just musing this over when he was interrupted by the waitress. ‘More coffee?’ He was about to say no without looking up when he caught sight of her in a mirror. He saw a plain girl, about his own age, with the body of a goddess. ———————————————————– Linda Hunt had been a successful underwear model until her drunken bully of a husband had started beating her soon after they were married and no one wanted to employ a body model with bruises. He had been an Army sergeant and a bully, killed.