Ek din mujhe jaruri kaam se Delhi jana tha to mein apne friend ki bike leke gaya ate waqt mera accident ho gaya mein bach gaya halki kharoche ayi leki...n bike ka bura hal ho gaya friend ne jab bike dekhi to vo roo pada ki uske dad use ni chodenge kese bhi karke bike shai karani hai to mene kheDiya ki thik hai mein karwa deta hu mene khe to diya tha lekin pata nit ha ki mein kese karta kyuki kharcha takriban 30k ka tha mein jaldi se apne room pe gaya aur sare paise jode lekin vo kam the kam kya vo. Her left hand continued to strum her clit as wave after wave of her orgasm swept over her. When her orgasm subsided she reached down into her purse and pulled out a small package of tissues and began to clean herself off. As she cleaned herself off she said to her admirers " thanks for all your contributions, I really enjoyed my snack, I think I will be back for another snack next week, I hope you'll all be back next week to feed me all the cock I can fuck and suck, that is if my husband will. With this strategy, I began my housework. Shewas right about the shoes, I made sure that the vacuuming was donecompletely before leaving a room and I took all the time necessary toclean the mirrors and sinks. I didn't want to walk any more thannecessary - standing was bad enough. The clothes also made me focus onthe task at hand. I had no interest in daydreaming or watching TV. Iwanted to get done and get out of these clothes. But I made a point todo the very best job I could on each. "There’s a small fridge below the counter, I think there’s a jar of dills in there. Get us out three." Marisa commanded. Three? I bent down and rummaged through the fridge and brought the pickle jar up to the countertop. Marisa had stood up on the counter, leaving my eyes at her crotch. I raised up the jar and said, "Which ones would you like?" Marisa said in a little girly-girl voice, "Oh, I’ll take one thick one and two small ones." I paid close attention as she took the thickest one she.