Tumhair phaad daloon. Tumhein apni biwi bana loon didi boli isme kya hai lo meri boor aur didi let gayi maine didi ki boor par thooka aur apna lund bo...or ke muhane par rakha didi ne aankhein baand kar li aur boli main t chudi aur meri phati. Maine aaw dekha nataaw aur mara jhatka aur mera aadha lauda aandar gaya to hum dodn ki cheekh nikal gayididi chillane lagi bahar nikalo dard ho raha hai mat karo meri phat jayegi main mar gayi chod do mat karo nikal lo please bhai nikal lo lund. Dard ho raha. Her eyes flew open, her legs clamped down on my hand, and her hands had flown out from behind her back and were both now clinched on my forearm. I had stopped pinching, but I still held the fold of soft skin firmly between my thumb and finger. She looked at me with a look of betrayal in her eyes, as if to say; how could you have interrupted those nice rubs with a pinch? ?I did mention that this was a test of your submissiveness.? I explained that the test wasn’t over. After. She was about remove her towel when there was a knock at the door. I ran to the other room. Then Archana came out wearing a gown and opened the door. It was Jay Kumar and Rani. Jay Kumar greeted me and we had some talk as we had met after many days. I was really in a state of shock after that incident. Then I started the lessons for Rani.I thought why Archana was behaving in such a way. Was she not satisified with her husband? I had also felt like fucking her but was afraid that if Mr. Jay. It was snowing and I had been afraid that their visit here would be cancelled. I waited but they only arrived a bit later than Ali had promised, but better late than never.He told that he was about to phone me and tell me we would have to meet another weekend, but both his boys have heard so much about "the Danish whore" he had been fucking, so they have been pestering him, and at last he gave in.They both were eager to start fucking me and humiliate my poor husband.They told him to strip.