Kelli returned the stare as she mimicked what she'd seen Connie do, scrubbing her tongue around the head, then sliding her lips down around my shaft. ...he didn't make it all the way down before I hit the back of her throat and she choked slightly, but she began pumping her head up and down with her lips clamped around my shaft. Connie's eyes were glistening and fixed on Kelli's mouth, her own mouth parted and her breathing heavy. Kelli would glance at my wife, then at me, and back, probably. It hadn't been painful but I'd been in that position for some time.Up until that moment, I'd never really understood the dom/sub thing. Now it all suddenly made sense. More than anything I wanted Bill to be my master, to control me and to use me any way he wanted. I had enormous trust in Bill. I lowered my eyes and heard myself say, "My body is yours, Master, use it how you want, I am your slave."Corny? Had I gone too far? Had I misread the whole situation? To emphasise my point, I crawled over. They could break all the little rules that they had set for themselves. He loved the mental turmoil that created. Man was a walking contradiction. He loved on the one hand and hated on the other. Hating himself was man’s biggest weakness. He had learned fear and mistrust early from the Beast and then added his own hates and mistrusts on top of that. Lying, cheating, bigotry, murder, and mayhem, the list was endless. They all kept man bottled up. Then it happened. Over a few hundred generations. Ek din mai mumbai me local train se safar kar raha tha ,aap to jante hi hai ki mumbai local mai kaisi bheed rehti hai usdin 1 station se ek mast aurat train mai chadhi thi vo bohot hot lag rahi thi uska fig 36 30 38 tha usne hot black blouse aur blue saree pehna tha,blouse deep neck wala tha uske dudh kafi bade the aur usne apne baal khole hue the,use dekhkar mujhse raha nahi gaya aur mai uske piche khada ho gaya uski gand bhi mast aur bhari hui thiAb uski gand mere lund se takrane lagi uski.