Is that all the further your tongue goes?" Who do you think you..." Was as far as she got before I hit her hard in the stomach. She started to curl up...trying to get her breath. I grabbed a tit and held her upright. Poor Carol, torn between trying to get a breath and afraid of having a tit torn off. I put my other hand back on her chin,"Open wide, tongue out, please." She was standing, trying to get totally upright, breathing through her mouth even with her tongue out. But she was trying to get. One day at around 10:30 am I went to their home she’s there in her bedroom and looking sad here’s our conversation Me: hey aunty why are you looking so sad today?She: today your uncle scold meMe: why?She: actually I lost my new chain yesterday in journey from my mom’s houseMe: can’t you even take care of your jewellery at journeys?She: no aswan me and vinay were sleeping and when I reached home I got to known that my chain was stolen that’s what happened yesterday but your uncle isn’t even….Me:. So i thought i would share a event that happened to me back in 2014 went i encountered a female d**g addict. I was 23 at the time.So i was driving my blue 1992 Mitsubishi 3000gt to the autozone in Weymouth Massachusetts,i park outside then head inside to pick up a part for my mom's car. Has i'm heading back to my car a white red headed woman standing at least 5'6 tall carrying a 1 gallon Poland spring water jug and a small purse waves at me from a distance of 20 feet,i wave back to her and she. .. a request which I’ve duly obliged on occasion. You’ll know its torment now ... then you’ll be ready to face life on Vulvador as my slave.” She stood tall, a cruel grin covering her face as she flicked her red hair, then turned the dial just a little way. Veen tensed in pain, then bucked all he could against the restrictive bonds as cock, balls, and anus were gripped by the pulsing surge. He wailed at the perpetual torment, his cock taken to a rigidity which felt as though the blood vessels.