Aur jor jor se upar neeche hone lagi.Aur moan karne lagi…Ummm….Ummm…Aaahhhh…Aaaaahhhhhh…Kya tadpan hai…Waaahhh…Maja aa gya…Aaahhh…Ph...ado meri chut phaad do….Uhhhh….Ummm…..Aaaahhhh..Lagbhag aise 20 minutes chodne ke baad wo ek taanupar karke tilt ho gyi.Aur phir lund ko lekar apni chut me ghusaya.Ab wo sab kuch apne se kar rahi thi.Bahut josh tha yrr usme.Mai to make me tha hi.Mai bhi puri force se chhod raha tha usse.Waaah.Kya lund hai bhosdike tera.Chhod meri chut ko.Aur chhod bhosdike.Aur teji. She flashed her pearly white smile at her and grabbed the back of the chair next to Jacquline’s. ‘Is this seat taken?’ ‘Oh not at all. Have a seat. Can I buy you a drink?’ ‘No I got it.’ Blair turned to the bartender as he handed over a bottle of beer to Jacquline. She smiled at him. ‘Can I get a Manhattan?’ ‘Coming up.’ Blair looked at Jacquline and smiled. Her face turned a rosy red. ‘I know that’s a really girly drink.’ ‘You’re a girl, so you really don’t have to worry about it.’ ‘I guess. I was surprised to see her husband Mr Somers, my head master standing beside her as he looked strangely at me."Please sit down," she said pointing to the chairs in front of her desk. "So you are the thief that our daughter has told us so much about?" Mr Somers asked.I squirmed uncomfortably in my borrowed clothes under the gaze of 4 females and Somers even though his quietly spoken comment was a kinder than I had expected."Speak, girl, speak!" prompted Madame. "Umm, Yes Mrs. Somers!" I. .sub or Dom. What there is is is that whatever makes up an individual is realized. Most often the female desires the overpowering male and both get what they crave. It's simple, both get what they need and when two matches meet, magic is created, that "fit" is perfect.She appears to "fit", being submissive and I being Dom. It is far from being a woman hater that the Dom operates, but more in giving her what she craves and needs to satisfy herself. He in turn is also satisfied as He was able to.