Itne mein balli ne kuch dekha aur jijaji se kaha yeh machine kaisi hai jijaji bole yeh piercing machiene hai jise kahi bhi ched kar bali phente hai…...Tho jijaji bole abhi iska demo deta hoon kehkar meri chud ko sahala rahe the mein sab sun kar ghabra rahi thi ki kahi yeh mere pet par didi ke jaise bali nahi pehna de….Maine jaise taise apne muh se lund nikala kyonki hath pair badhe hue the…Phir jijaji se minti karne lagi nahi jijaji aap kuch nahi karna unke haw bhav dekhar lag raha tha ki woh nahi. "Just as long as you don't know who I am, you're safe and I will leave you alive and unharmed, do you understand me?"I wasn't expecting any reaction from her but I think she got the message.Her nightclothes were, I suspect, just an old but comfortable T-shirt and it was time for it to be removed. With my knife I cut through the thick bit at the neck and then just tore it from her body. Underneath she was naked, not even any knickers, the slut. For the first time I removed my thin gloves and let. I want to squirm. I want her to pound into me and make me cum. She has other ideas though. ‘Don’t Move.’ she growls into my ear before nibbling her way down my earlobe and neck. It’s so hard not to move, not to squirm but I do my best. As her mouth teases my throat the hand that was on my hips starts to let up the pressure. I give one small buck of my hips causing her to tighten her grip and growl a reminder in my ear to be a good girl. I realize she’s never taken me like this before. I’ve. I would frequently call in on both of them asking if they were ok and if they needed anything from the supermarket or if any heavy jobs needed doing around the bungalow like putting their bins out or cutting their grass etc as both Gwen and her husband’s 2 adult c***dren lived overseas in Canada and New Zealand and were basically on their own. After a few months went by of me helping out around the bungalow I was pretty much spending more time in their home than I was in my own after work in.