Musty, warm and oozing sex. Then auntie thrash about a bit more and crash, knocked over her clutch bag, spilling out the contents everywhere. Shit I ...thought, I better pick them up. So I got down on my hands and knees and scooped up everything. It was as I was dumping it all back in I noticed something that looked very familiar in the bottom of her bag. It was cylindrical in shape, silver in colour and with a pointy end, I pulled it out all excited. I was right; auntie had a vibrator in her. "We have every last detail of your encounter on film; you'll sign everything you have over to us, and then we'll start you on a fresh new life. This will start after you've signed; we can send the film to many of your associates, or it can be announced that you've simply retired; either way, you will sign, but I want you to know you are signing - I could increase the drug and simply command you to sign, but there would be little fun in that. Irma here is going to take you to her nursing home. .Muje ye sab uske muh se sunna tha lekin meri jan abb ankhe band karke soyi thi..Khair koi bat nahi vo nahi to uski chut ne ye jahir kar diya tha k ab vo machal rahi hail und lene ko..Ab usse mere is karib 8 inch lund se chudvane me koi eitraj nahi hai ..Lekin me usse thora tadpana chahta tha…me or jor se uske boobs chusne laga or maine apna lund thora bahar nikal liya.. Sima ki shissskariii nikal gayi,,,,or usne esa muh banaya jaise mere lund nikalne se vo naraj ho gayi ho… vo or jor dekar. 19th floor. I hit the button, the doors close. I see the fire in your eyes and drop my bag. You grab my head, pulling it down, kissing my lips, mouths open, tongues fighting already. The floors start to ping by, thankfully slowly. I lift you up onto the rail that runs round the lift. Your legs wrap round me, ankles behind my knees. My hands under your skirt, pushing it up frantically, the lacy tops of your hold-up stockings more than I can resist. Your skirt is almost around your waist before I.