Wo cahtay hoay bhi kuch na kar saki q kay meray pass us ka raaz tha.aur ab wo meri gulam thi.may dhakay lagai aa rha tha.aur us nay yay dhapar bhi enj...oy kiya aur kaha chod meray raja chod mujhy.teray jawan lulla bara mzaa day rha hy .isy ky sath may un ki choochio ko bhi dono hatho say machal rha tha.wo cheekh rhi thi.aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.Phir takreeban 15 min ky bad may discharge ho gya unky ander hi.mujhy jannat ka maza mil gya tha.wo maza ko pehly. I wanted to do more than seduce her with my disguise. I wanted to make her my slave and become her master. Michael would become my slave as well. They would both be my bitches. I will make them worship me, obey my every word and command, and be obsessed with my dominant power every time they sleep, eat, fuck, and breathe. I kept those feelings all to myself. They were inner desires that not even Michael knew that I had. I wanted the thought to boil in me so that way when it’s out, it will burn. I really think they could help you too." Not interested."John," she would say, "these sessions are becoming an important part of my life. I really want to share that with you. It could really bring us closer together." Still not interested.Then one day Sharon pulled out her ultimate weapon, the one trump card powerful enough to overcome a lifetime of skepticism."John," she said, "if you come to just one of these sessions, I'll try anal sex." Sharon knew me too well: before I met Sharon I had a. He brought his face near and looked closely at my boobs.He said that it was magnificent and in perfect proportion. When I tried to cross my hands back Keyur asked me not to do so. I was in half dizziness and my senses were very low. So I followed his instruction and another glass was ready in front of me.I took that glass too and started to push the drink down my throat. About 10 minutes later, Keyur got up and said that he was feeling very much hot. He dropped his underwear and threw it aside..