Wah kya swad tha. Itne me kamini mere upar chad gai ek hunter leke. Uski nukili heels mujhe chub rahi thi. Mujhe gaav hone lage. Pr yehi to mera sapna... h. Kisi stri k pero k neeche kuchla jaau.fir usne apna per mere face pe rakh dia. Or mere shareer pe hunter maarne lagi. Usne khuub maara. Bot maara. Me tadap utha. Me uske per chat te hue gidgidaane laga bs mistress mujhe maaf kr do.Mera poora shareer laal ho gya tha.. Jagah jagah khoon nikal raha tha. Uski heel k daag bhi saaf dikhai de rahe. As Kristi lies upon the couch, I toss a strawberry at her medium to large breasts. The berry bounces off her right tit, up into her chin, then slowly rolls, in between her tits, over the middle string, like a Tiger Woods golf shot, then rolls onto Kristi's beautiful little belly, which this belly might even be made out of baby fat--the strawberry stops between her belly button, and her small bikini bottom. Kristi goes to grab the strawberry, puts up her glasses, arches her back, and says, " I. From the calculations Allie made they have hundreds of thousands. Even with the weapon I don't think you'd be able to get them all not unless you expanded the..."The look of pain on Charles's face was all she needed to see to know that this wasn't an option.A few hours later outside a supposedly abandoned warehouse, there was a quick flash. Several of the guards went to investigate, only two people returned. Charles calculated that they only had maybe twenty minutes before the guards would be. ” I shrugged, taking a bank note and slipping it into the top of the corset. “I’ll take that for my expenses on the service I’ll provide to you,” I said, stepping closer to her until my face was just inches away from hers. Without her high heels she was considerably shorter than me and had to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. “Now tell me, did you enjoy me and my boyfriend.”She opened her mouth, but didn’t answer right away and only swallowed, licking her lips. “I...” she stammered, “I ... it.