The simple fact was that the warts on his ugly face were enough to drive away most of the ordinary village females uninterested in his peculiar sexual...demands. It was rumored that the postmistress with the crippled leg was one of his human female favorites because she had no other fellow human takers and was outrageously submissive to his unnatural desires whenever he made a visit supposedly for his post. In all honesty, it was a post that more often than not was conveniently conspired to and. His words then rang in my head. Mmmm i wanted to come so badly. "Oh god..." i moaned, tossing my head back."Oh, and i almost forgot, you will refer to me only as sir, and master. Do you hear me, slave?" Mhhmmm..." i say, trying my hardest not to explode all over his dick."Excuse me?" He said"I mean...yes sir" i say. I'm controlling myself the best i can. "Master...please let me come, please!" I beg. I'm practically bursting at the seams as he slams harder and harder into me. He continues for a. Vo ek dum sai chillati hai huiiiiii janu aram sai karo na mai khai nhi jar rhi. Mai bolta hu ha meri jaaan aur phir mai uske npple ko chusne lagta hu uske muhh sai siskariya nikal rahi hoti hai ahhhhh ohhh huiiiiii aur mai kabhi uska right nipple to kabhi uska left nipple ek chote bache ki tarha chusta raheta hu.Phir mai useke chut par apna hath pherta hu. Uski panty thodi gilli hui vi hoti hai aur phir mai uski panty bhe utar deta hu. Ab vo bilkul nangi hoti hai.Phir mai use seat par lita deta. " What am I thinking?" You want me to say it first, is that it?" I wish you would. If you did, I think I could." All right, Joann. I was thinking James might like to watch his mother getting bred like a bitch in his marital bed--with you in it, of course." Do you want my opinion?" Yes, and then I want your thoughts." I think he would. In fact, I know he would. A passionate interest in bestiality is one of his kinks. I think that's why we have four well-hung Dobermans. As for my thoughts, I was.