I resolve to be as submissive and feminine as possible, while stillbeing natural.She's there, I see Bonnie point my way, the security guards are tryin...gto look casual.Gone are the leather jacket, jeans and motorcycle boots.Beryl is wearing a smart black women's business suit, obviouslytailored to suit her unique body.The shoes are flat, mens' style shoes but they seem to match well withthe suit.She's carrying red roses.She sees me.She smiles and walks towards me.I stand there trying to look as. The room beyond was dark, and I actually felt disappointed. He was gone, I thought. I walked in and let the door close behind me, letting the darkness close around me. Then I heard him, soft movement behind me. I stood still, not knowing what to do, or think. I felt him draw closer. I wanted to turn around to face him, but he carefully placed his hands on my waist, keeping me still. I could feel the heat of his body against my back. He softly leaned down and kissed my neck and shoulder. I could. Bhool gaya teri padosan hema ko chod kar tujhse bhi chudwaya tha , teri to pehle waha bhi gand fat rahi thi .Bhiya : per yaar puja bachi hai abhi .Aslam : ghanta bachi hai. Try to kar fir dekhna kese tange utha utha kar degi .Bhaiya : yaar wo meri behan hai .Aslam : sale hema se bhi to tune rakhi bandhwai thi . Uski video jab bana kar laya tha m tab to kutte ke tarha laar tapkate hue bol raha tha bhai mujhe bhi dilwa de ek baar . Behncho agar m na hota to teri seal bhi na khulti ab tak hath se. All of you. As I fuck you here in this dark, candle lit room."I want to see you and burn this into my memory" I say. My eyes rove over your body, your eyes, red with tears but still fierce with desire. Your lips, your neck line, your breasts, your tummy and your core. I rub my hands up your oiled legs, smooth and toned, which are still wrapped around my waist, the heels knicking sharply at my bum. I run my hands down from your neck, across your breasts and down to your tum. Feeling every.