If he has a dozen, I want to know everything, down to the contents of their underwear drawers. If he drinks, I want to know what. If he has a dirty li...ttle secret, I want it. If he owes money, I want to know how hard they’re squeezing him. I want all the dirt there is to have on him.”“Mr. Carmichael is the source of your woes?” he asked, and we could hear him typing on a computer.“He is, indeed. Is he a current client or part owner?” I asked, dreading that thought.“Owner, no,” he said, combing. 5 inch ka loda uski gaand mein daal diya , Megha iske liye tayar nhi thi aur uski cheekh nikal gayi but muje pata tha ki who chillayegi isliye maine apna haath uske mooh pe rakh diya tha par phir bhi uski aankh se aansoon nikal gaye , maine Megha ki gaand ki chudai jaari rakhi dheere dheere uska dard kam hua aur usne bhi enjoy karna chalu kar diya , doston maine Megha ki gaand itni baar nhi maari thi jitni baar uski choot is wajah se uski gaand abhi bhi kaafi tight thi, maine Megha ki gaand. I didn't have to ask him, he immediately started telling me how good she tasted and smelled, and what he wanted to do to her tight pussy. I felt like I owed him, since he had jerked me off. So I set down the phone, pushed his hands off his cock, and began beating him off with my wife's panties on his cock. He really started to moan, and I could hear him aggressively licking the pair of panties at his face. I don't know what came over me, but I decided to one up him. When I knew he was getting. He walked in the door and heard the hum in the bedroom. He walked through the kitchen into her room. She was kneeling on the bed, face down, ass up. The blue butt plug was in her ass. The big glass one. She was using the brown vibe, the one with the little soft tip that oscillated. She wasn’t moving much while she held it on her clit, but her breathing was already heavy.Did you fuck anybody today? He asked.No. Just myself. This morning when I woke up. Again after breakfast. Last week I.