Hum ne thora wait kya q k mere friend ko bot zarore kam thaa.thoree der wait karne k bad mere dost ke mame aagai or may bee unhe mami hee keh kar puka...ta thaa. Us ke mamee bot hee sexy thee or mare niyat pehle hee se us par thee koi be mami jann ko dekhta to wo us par fida ho jata wo thee hee esee us ka figur bot hee mast hai. Us k boobs(mamee) ka size 38 k gol or nipl to kya gulabe hain may ne ye bat notice ke thee wo kahi se bee guzarte us ko har koi dekhta q k jub wo chalte thee to logo k. She looked up at me with panic and fear in her eyes. I applied a little more pressure and her gag reflex started kicking in. I timed it just right with her gag reflex and the engorged head of my cock pushed past her tonsils and down her throat. At this point she started to panic because she couldn’t breath. Her eyes moved around franticly and she tried to pull her head back, but I kept both of my palms firmly planted against the back of her head, keeping her lips and nostrils smashed against. " Ashley was a petite girl with red hair, like dyed red, which I think is hot, she has tattoos down her arms (sleeves) about the book "a****l Farm". I was left there waiting for them, they came back out wearing latex suits, Christy was wearing very coarse fish nets, and high heels, with a cockring on. Ashley was wearing red latex boots that went up to her crotch, a 9 inch red strap on, and red gloves, her favorite color is red obviously. They brought out a whip, a paddle, a ball gag, lots of. The feeling is reinforced when I trip again on a wooden plank after stumbling around a while. It is either a really long torture chamber or a round room! I gingerly try to place my bum on the wooden plank, hoping it won’t see-saw on me. It does not. Phew! Sitting down on what I want to reimagine as an innocent bench in the dark, releases the pent up exhaustion in me. I slip into an almost unconscious sleep.I wake up again, sore, from the walk, from the unforgiving wooden bench…and still in my.