” I whispered. “Start begging whore,” he said, slapping my burning clit with the crop making me scream, “Fucking beg for my cock.”“Please ...Master, please fuck me with your hard cock,” I begged.Satisfied, he untied the rest of the ropes, and shoved me over the work bench that lined the walls of the basement. He spread my legs wide, displaying my gushing hole. “Mm, you are fucking soaking, you filthy bitch” he said, whipping my ass which was also on show. “Arch your back and push up those pert. Jekaronei taboo kintu kono bhabe nijer character nosto kare na.Ekdin sandhay ami office teke phire ase amart roome TV dekhi , sadharanato oi samay barite kei thake na Samir Kaku tar baro chele ke niye business-er kaje baire thake choto cheleta private parte jai. Hathat Rita Kakima Amar Ghare Dhuke Kichu Ekta Balbar Chesta Korlo Kintu Balte Napere Amar Hate Ekta Kagajer Tukro Diya Chole Gelo, Ami Kagajer Tukrota Kule Dheki Tate Lekha ache Se Amar Sanga Perte Chai ebong Kichu Bolta Chai,Ami. She was quite cool to me.His father, Hank, was a businessman who owned two car dealerships and while car dealers are not usually thought of as nice, sweet men, his father was just that. I could see that Kirk got some of his looks from his father who, after all, was not an old man, he was thirty-nine. The car dealerships were founded by Kirk's grandfather, Hank's father, who died when Hank was just twenty. He took them over and continued to grow the business which were quite successful.Hank and. You could say that mom's style of dressing became mine; at least as far as my fetish went. I am not the only one that likes the way my mom dresses; she had her fair share of suitors. Mind you she is not a slut and I have never seen her do anything untoward in my presence nor does she allow her gentlemen friends to stay overnight in our house. Mom has occasionally stayed out all night but as I got older I was not naïve enough to think my mom was not having sex. Now a little about me, Mike;.