This is so wrong, I love Jenna so much, but Shyla is so beautiful. Fuck, Jenna was right, I am weak. Our lips abruptly parted as I pushed her down ont...o her desk. "Whoa, kinky." I bit my lip and pushed all of her stuff off the desk. "Dude, those were my files, it'll take hours to reorganize those!" she yelled, putting her hand out. "Shut the fuck up!" I roared, pushing her so she'd lie down on the long end. I got on top of her. "Now take it," I ordered her, inserted my rod into her slit. "Oh,. .us ne kaha janu itni satisfaction muje aj tak kabhi nahi mili..ap k 7 sms pe boht maza ata hai..wo ye keh rahi ti or mai us k peche ja ker us k hips pe apna lund press kerne laga or pir gand ki gehri line mai press kia..ye feel ker k usne muje hathane k liye apni hips peche ker k muje dhaka dena chaha per us ki is harkat se mera lund or b us ki ched mai gus gaya..jis se us k mow se ahhhhh nikli or sidhi ho k ik naughty sa kehkaha (laugh) lagaya..or aram se hanste huwe kaha mai hatana chahti ti. "I'll hang some of my things on the line and we'll see what happens."We giggled like little schoolgirls as we set our plan in motion. I picked quite a variety, with black panties, white panties and several bras that would be sure to lure any body in. We waited back and peered out the window, looking to see if anyone would take the bait. We kept glancing out, but it was always nothing. I guess our plan wasn't as great as we thought. We kind of gave up on catching the 'panty pervert' and got back. The candle that was wedged between Vicky’s cheeks hits the floor… The crack of Master’s leather paddle on Vicky’s ass echoes in the room. Master takes the gag from her mouth so everyone can hear her beg Master to stop paddling her ass. “PLEASE, Sir Stop!” but Master’s paddle smacks her ass. “I didn’t mean it Sir!” Vicky yells her voice cracking with fear. Master whacks her ass with the paddle again, the sound of it smacking against her flesh reverberates through the room. “Please, I.