They are heading to your right."Karen said, "I see them. They are walking into our trap. When they get close, we'll give them a chance to surrender." ...It was another long moment. Karen came back after we heard gun shots. "They wouldn't surrender. They shot at us so we took them out. We're okay."We waited.Five minutes later, a white flag waved. A voice shouted, "We want to talk!"Into the loudspeaker mike, I said, "I will listen, Go ahead." What guarantees do we have? How do we know you won't. Cynthia started at one ankle and worked inward. Four strikes had CC's calf and lower thigh vivid red. Some of the ladies were whimpering. Yet, this was just the warmup. With two strokes in quick succession, Cynthia marked the inside of the knees. CC had not been gagged. At the first stoke she gave a small mewling sound. On the second she was silent, but tears streamed down her forehead.There was a pause. Once again, Cynthia was using pace and anticipation. The pause lasted long enough that the. I opened the door slowly. He had her bent over the overstuffed chair back, her short skirt up over her cute ass and her panties on the floor. He was driving his cock hard up my wife's receptive pussy. I heard her say, "Yes Don, damn fuck me hard baby. Give me that big cock. I have missed it."That did it. As much as I loved her, as much as I loved having her as my wife, I couldn't deal with it right in my face. I didn't know which one I was the maddest at, at that moment I wanted to kill them. I was desperate for some sex action. I some how had the feeling that Aftab was also keenly interested. In order to seduce him for sex, I started to wear provocative underpants and occasionally fondled my cock in his presence. He used to gaze at me in amusement and smile. Aftab had nice protruding buttocks, like girls which used to jiggle when he walked. I went inside the small kitchen and brushed my hands against his butt-cheeks and I could notice that Aftab flinched and smiled at me. It was.