“Suppose that they thought I should not have my guns? Or, that, packed up like I am, I had some suspicious intent? Or, maybe, they are old fashioned... brigands, and would simply take our stuff and send us on our way? None of those scenarios are appealing to me, so I’m gonna bypass them. The park I have my eye on is at the north end of town, and their fire hall is at the south end, next to the school. I think we can slink in, fill up, and tiptoe our way out of there.”She looked at me as if from. He slapped her face again and looked at me when he said, “I won’t let your son be like him.”“Please, make him a real man like you,” my mom said, without possibly imagining that I was standing right there.“I will,” he said, keeping his eye contact with me and burying his cock back into her mouth.It was humiliating to hear those words, especially the ones my mom had spoken, but my penis was still throbbing and begging for attention. I returned my focus to my mom’s lips wrapped around Cliff’s cock. .Par may kaha sune vala thaaa meri to gadi nikal chuki thi mine uska blouse khla or bra may hat dalke uske boobs dabane laga vo puri garam ho chuki thi or mon kar kahi thi aaaahhh maja aaa raha hayy sush or jor say karooo aaaaaahhhhh aaaaahhhhhhh maslo mere boobs aaaaaahhhhhh I loveee uuu sush may sirf tumhari huuu aj jo chahe karlo aaaaaahhhhhh..Aaaaahhhhhh..May ye sunke or jor se dabane laga or usko kiss karne laga maine uskii saree bhi utar di ab vo sirt bra n panty may thi red n blue bahot. Oohh... would she be able to cope with it? His haunches were beginning to jerk... thus his cock thrust even further. Xena retched and heaved but managed to continue. “Ahh... a-a-aaaahhhhh... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!” gasped the slave.Then he ejaculated into the back of Xena’s throat, spurting strongly. Jetting... jetting... as he jerked and jerked. Sheer revulsion made Xena pull up her head and reel away. She was choking, almost being sick. The slave continued to spurt, but now over her neck and breasts..