This, however, was not always our lives. Before meeting my man, I was on a massive journey of self-discovery. I’d left home without a dime and decid...ed to travel for as long as I saw fit. Armed with a ton of credit card debt, and not a clue how one lives a nomadic existence, I popped on over to Australia. I had to get a job, and bloody well quick. As I walked into what seemed like an ordinary bar to drop of my resume one Saturday morning, I felt puzzled. The bar was empty but for the manager and. I was trying to say something -- y'know -- gracious and highly complimentary to my main squeeze, here.Tess looked at me kind of funny, but finally just accepted my inane remark as an attempted compliment. She probably wondered why Carla Frances' image had come into my head, at that moment, in the first place. Hell, I didn't know. I wondered about it myself.So I ignored, and more-or-less disguised, the existence of my raging boner, and gave Tess' still-naked body a scrumptious rub-down that had. She said poor baby, well I would help you sometime with myself but now I don’t have time and mood also, we try sometime. (With that I was little shocked and excited) Our talks drifted to usual things. But for about a month she never took the hot topics. Last Friday, I was leaving to collage, aunty yelled, Vinu, don’t get engaged with any program tomorrow evening and said tomorrow evening we go to garuda mall do some window shopping, watch some movie and eat out. I said ok and left for collage.. As my cock grew hard in anticipation, I could sense his getting closer and closer to my mouth, still stuck open with the gag. As he finally slide his thick cock into my throat, ramming it back and forward for some time, drool began to drip down my chin. Suddenly he pulled out from my mouth and yanked on the leash attached to the collar, making me fall onto my hands and knees. He stepped around to the back of me, softly pulling on the butt plug, be for removing it completely. Without giving me a.