Mera tharaf se koi help chahiye tho bolo me karunga.Meri man me laddu futti.Lekin hamara is sehar me koi sardar milna muskil hai.Kyo ki ham kochi se k...ollam me shift kardi.Kollam me naya flat liya dha.Udhar mem aur pathi hi rahthe.Kochi me hone se milthe dhe sardar lok.Idhar muskil hai.Mem=aap afi sojao.Afi muje koi jaroorath nahi.Jab jaroorath hogi tho mem bolungi.Hus=ok darling thumari koi pasand aayi tho bolo mem fi help karunga.Mem=ok ok ab sojaoMene bahuth loko ka vagare me sochi.Muje tho. Your breath racing. Your pussy squeezing my fingers as I bring you to the edge. "Daddy?! I am going to cum.", you whisper. "Not yet Little One.", as I remove my fingers and clean them off with my mouth followed by a quick deep kiss just as our meal arrives. The waitress notices us and your collar. How your face is flushed and we know she knows the dynamic and gives us a wink. Admiring watching her walk away, you squeeze my cock and say "Not this time Daddy. You are all mine tonight." Our meal. I then gave a blank call to my place to be sure the phone was working (my wife picked up and I disconnected). I was surprised (now what, I thought to myself). I then went searching for my neighbor, I stepped inside the bedroom, and she was underneath the blankets, with her black night gown, her bra, and panties carefully placed on the side of the bed (I guess, she was nude below the sheets). She asked me in a sexy voice “What took you so long”. I thought to myself should be back in my place in. ” I looked, he was fucking lush. “Yeah sure, why not,” I said. And really, why not. The money he was now paying me was more than a months salary at my boring job, and this wasn’t boring. My guy helped me re-dress, re-clipping my bra, helping me back into the dress. He’d already re-touched my makeup, and added an extra coat of lip gloss. I was ready, or so I thought.We began again, though it seemed to me that the lights didn’t seem to flash nearly so often. I turned my back to the camera, and.