Kamala jhat se boli ye kya sir? Boss bola kuch nahi mjhe laga chinti hai kamala kuch nahi boli kuch der baad boss kamala ko bola aray yaar phir se Wai...se hi lag raha hai, tumm ek kam karo ise jara check karo kamala kamala dar gayi aur kaha mmain kaise sir ye galat hai. Boss bola jaldi karo jalan ho rahi hai kamala ghutne ke bal baithi aur boss ka zip khola boss ne kaha ki check karo kamala ne lund ko right hand se bahar nikala boss ne lund ke foreskin ko niche kiya aur pucha kya hai kuch laga. "I know a place", Jack said and led the man to his car.***Half an hour later, Jack was sitting in a booth across from the man at a small diner. The man had a cup of coffee and an omelette on the way. "Now", Jack said, exasperated with having to wait, "tell me what you know about this stone." Not much", the man said. Jack got frustrated with the answer, especially since the power of the medallion should have made the man answer him. "Well, not much that will be helpful to you", the man. Her bodily control gone her pee gushed out and pooled between her legs saturating her feet. Then she felt Mika in her thoughts, the rabid exploration of Lesley's most hidden desires, and the violent caress on her minds erogenous zones. Lesley's need, doubled, trebled, and then came the pleasure, a pleasure so intense it was pure beautiful pain. The pain screamed its name through Lesley's gasping lips. Her body writhed in erotic agony, trembling with unearthly desires."Excuse me for a while. As the whip bites home, 3, 4, 5 times I hear my Master telling me like a child that I’m his slut and that my ass belongs to him. I try to agree, I beg, I plead, I submit, until the sixth lick of the whip hits me and I’m dropped, sobbing and moaning onto the carpet, clutching at the hot, pronounced red wheals that mark my pretty ass."I’m sorry Master" I sob "I won’t do it again, Master".But then I hear him close behind me where I kneel "I’m not finished with you yet, my cum-hungry slut!" I feel.