Wo fi clerk dhe.Unka beevi meena deedi aksar mere pas gap lagane aathi dhi.Unke bache bade dhe aur jadha age wali dhi.Hamesa wo bath ki beech me sex l...eke aathi.Ek dhin mujse puchiDeedi: thum abhi thak thumare pathi ko chodke kisi se nahi chuthuvayi. Mem: nahi deedi.Wo pap hai na.Mem nahi karwathi dusare seDeedi: pakal hai thu.Moke melegi tho karwani hai.Apne pathi se jo nahi milthi maja dusare lok dunga.Aur idhar tho ek dham majedar sardar lok hai.Thumari gand dhekhthe hi wo toot padjaye.Mem: . Often she would arrive home later than expected saying that they had just ran late. Then one time she started talking about one guy in her group that was driving a beautiful vintage Jag. Then she began talking about how soft the leather seats were and how well the car rode and drove. Finally one night she said how she thought the owner would be really rough but she couldn't believe how gentle he was. Still I never suspected anything. Then the phone calls started. Often about 8:30-9:00 on. It is obvious that you are intelligent and I have to wonder if that means you are smart enough to tell me exactly what I wished to hear.”“I am that smart,” Lucretia admitted. “The truth is, I’ve always known I would wind up living off my body. I would be married off to some old man my father owed a debt to or captured by whatever group overran the city and used for sport. I accept my fate as you have determined it because I never expected anything more.”“Then you are smart enough to accept that. Strangely, she was excited enough to want to suck the mammoth fucker. She reminisced about their last encounter, reliving the delights she had felt as his stiff ten inches of cock fucked into her hungry asshole over and over again. She was eager to experience that again as soon as possible.Jack placed his hands meaningfully on the back of Annette's head, his desire made clear as he gently pushed her head down towards his throbbing prick.Annette, her young, tender lips already opening to accept.