Ab wo apne lund ko aage peeche pelne laga. Ab dheere dheere mujhe bhi maja aane laga. Mene bhi neeche se dhakke marne shuru kar diye. Ab charo samajh ...chuke the ki londiya mastiya rhi hai. Anil bhi apna lund muh me pel rha tha. Me ek haath se suresh or dusre hath se madhav ka mota lund hila rhi thi. Ab me satwe aasman par pahuch chuki thi. Sab gandi gandi galiyan de rhe the. Suresh bol rha tha chodo saali randi ko. Iski choot ka bhosda bana do. Me bhi bol the thi chodo madarchodo. Bahut maja aa. I can't remember what kind of skirt she wore. Most of that year is a blur due to my heavy use of narcotics. But what I do know is that she was standing there, in high-heels, a whip in hand, her titanic tits straining out from under the angora as if to say, "I CAN'T BREATHE! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"Ever the smart ass, I made a witty comment."Hey, dere," I said in mock New Englander accent. "Would ya mind, eh, untyin' me?"She approached me so closely that her hair flopped down upon my face."No," she. I opened the package and found a two inch, black leather collar with a small padlock but no keys. There was a note inside. It said: This is my gift to you. You now belong to me and must do as I say when I say it. I will be responsible for you and see to it that your needs are met, even when you do not know what those needs may be. Be at my house at 8:00 p.m. wearing my gift, a raincoat and nothing else. My pussy dripped at the thought of giving her complete control. I fingered myself thinking. Amake bollo “ami je Sonjoy ami kono kharap meye na, amake tui kharap meye bhabish na plz Physical need shobar e thake. Tor dada to anek din ekhane neyi. Tai ami eta korchilam. Tui kauke bolish na plz amar bhai.” Ami bollam na na ami kauke bolbo na. Amar dhon ta tokhon 7.5” hoye chilo & pant er upor diye fule darai chilo. Ami bollam tomar eshob dekhe amar o obostha kharap. Cholo amra duijon ek shathe duijon ke satisfy kori. Keu konodin janbena ami promise korchi tomar kache. Boudi amar shathe.