Tabhi to hamara parivar chudakad parivar banega. Neerja, main Kamini Devi ko palang par le kar jata hoon, tum zara shahad ki bottle lekar aayo. Meethi... maa ko aur meetha banate hain hum dono”Main maa ko utha kar palang par le aaiya aur ussko neechey lita kar pair se lekar sir tak chumne laga. Kamini ki janghon ko kiss karte huye mujh par nasha chadh raha tha. Chut double roti ki tarah phuli hui thee. Maine haath dal kar maa ki panty neechey sarka dee. Vo bas itna hi boli” Naaaaa beta…na karo maa. In no time an hour had passed and I'd scored a few more drinks, politely declined a couple of offers from creepy looking guys wanting to dance and flirted with a few handsome men. All in all, I was having a good time. Finishing the last of my drink, I slid off the stool. It had become quite hot as more people arrived, filling the club to capacity. Needing fresh air, I started to work my way across the dance floor, now crammed with sweaty bodies grinding against each other to the music. Just as. I screamed as she moaned, “That’s it, show me your lust. You know I’m your boss. I know you like powerful women. Prove it. Fill me with your cream.”“No, you have to say ‘Dame leche,’” I said, and as she smiled and said, “Dame leche,” I fountained into her, giving her the milk she demanded, moaning, “Take it, take me, swallow me, use me, drain me, I need it so bad, just let me be yours tonight.”I felt her climax as I said those words. She moaned, “Yes, yes, fill me,” and continued fucking hard. Fucking Hell. OH NO! Oh no! Oh no! No...No.. NO..No.No No. No,ooooo" She pushed my head away from her and clamped her hand over her mound as she lay quivering through the last part of her orgasm. I well remembered this bit and I knew that I just had to stay out of it while she recovered. But I was intrigued by the language as she never used to say hardly a word during sex except the No stuff when she came. "Christ Irene that was quick and noisey too. Where did that come from?" She opened her.