“I agreed to bondage but I didn’t say who was getting bound.” I didn’t care, I was in for some ‘curry sex’. “Strip” was her command. S... I did. Julie ran her fingers over my balls and lightly grasped my dick while standing behind me. Gently stroking my blood filled shaft. “Not bad! Now don’t move or the fun is over.” There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity. I didn’t move a muscle, except for the rise in my dick. Julie popped into the bathroom undoing her dress as she went. Her. He was a cash machine, as far as the wife was concerned, and she turned her agenda to making her daughter succeed where she failed - as a beauty queen.Mom and daughter constantly bickered over the competition known as the National Junior Miss Pageant. (It all begins with local and state competitions.)Open to high school juniors, hence the name, Sheri's mom was determined that Sheri was going to be the next National Junior Miss and she would be there each second to make sure everyone associated. Soniya ne apne gahr bhejne ke liya kaha mujhe masseage milne per main un ke ghar gaya abhi tak wo gawon me hi thi. Boli tumne mujhe kyo is tarha chuaa mere ander ek aag jaladi mae ne dear kiya bagar us ka gawon utha diya or us ke jism se alag tha. Ek 25 26 sal ki do bacho ki mma ek 18 saal ke lake ke agae nagi thi uske boobs latak rahi the mere dono hatho me use boobs pore aa rahe the.Unko dabane per dood ki barsat ho rahi thi. Mene us ke boobs muhe me le kar chouse ne laga chouse ne per dood. I went into the ladies’ room and locked myself in a stall. I cleaned myself up the best I could with the toilet paper. But his semen was so sticky, and smelled so strong and musky, that I could not get all the traces off me. It had already stained my pink ribbon garters and the tops of my stockings.I left the ladies’ room, feeling quite daring as the breeze swirled my skirt around my bare pussy. Trevor was waiting for in front of the station in our car as his promised. I got in and he drove.