Fir mene usse bike pr bethne ko bola, vo smile dekar beth gayi or jese hi vo bethi mera lund pura khda hogya uske hath k sparsh se, mera andar ka shai...taan jaag gya or shayd vo bhi pyasi thi isliye uske boobs meri back pr zor se touch kr rhi thi..Uske mote mote boobs meri pith pr lgne se meri halat lhrab ho rhi thi me jaan bujh kr disk break lga rha tha bar bar..Fir mene use ghr chhoda to usne kaha andr aao koi nahi hai uska husband kahi bahr gya hua tha 2 din k liye to mene socha jb tk barish. She took him by the hand and led him inside. He closed the door and turned to see her unbutton her shirt a few more buttons, that hot pink pushup was doing wonderful things, but he couldn't wait to see it on the floor.He smiled and she helped him take his shirt off as she led him to the bedroom. He finished unbuttoning her shirt and it slid to the floor. He caressed her slender neck and slipped his arms around her pressing their bodies together. He tipped his head to the side and kissed her. But today, now, this moment, I want to be in charge, okay? Let Princess Shiraz have it her way, alright? Your name is?” Shiraz introduced herself calmly and politely, as if she were at a ball instead of a tattoo parlor with his dick almost at her tonsils.“Antonio Mancuso. I’m an immigrant, too. From Lisbon, Portugal. Oh, God, this feels incredible! You’re the best fellatrix ever!” the manager declared, making Shiraz wink and smile as she now deep-throated him, even if she also gagged a bit. Then as if it was the most matter of fact everyday issue, she carried on with the roses. Amazed he took the camera indoors, took the short piece off onto the computer, then to disc, sealed the disc in an envelope, had her write on the package, clearly marking it ‘for safe keeping not to be opened except by him or her’, before sealing that into another envelope address to the family solicitor and together they walked to the local post-box, she posted the missive and he immediately kissed her,.