Ko jhor masalta hua kaha rani jab tak nahi kahogi mai nahi chodunga mai ne aur jhor se masalne laga aur chatpatane lagi aur boli meri nipple codo mai ...boltee hun mai bola pahela bato phir chodunga wo boli batati hun baba batati hun mai jhor nipple ko chutki may lekar masalanelaga aur kaha jaldi bolo rani nahi to aur jhor se masloo kiya to wo dhire se bolnay lagi chudai mai bola ab huyi na bat. Neha ko mai gale ke upar kiss kar rahata aur may nipple ko chod ke kampar par hathphira raha tha aur. I was down to the last bit of boxes, and usually saved the bigger ones for last. In my youthful mind, I conjured an idea that it would somehow be super impressive if I jumped on them to flatten them out. I had done that many times before, but had the thought to give an extra effort, as to further impress her. Little did I know that this would leave the biggest impression on her. As she told me a story about a going into the city to watch an orchestra, I pulled one of the big boxes in front of. He told her not with legs like hers and wished his wife would wear short dresses and skirts for him. She told him it was nice that he thought she had nice legs and laughed and added she was wearing pantyhose and that hid all the flaws.Then he told her he loved woman's legs in hose and used to enjoy when his wife would them too. She asked him what was it he liked about pantyhose. He told her they made a woman's legs look more sexy and he loved how silky and soft they felt. Then she asked how. Cuffs on her ankles and a limiting chain I grab her ankles and she slides to the floor looking around as if able to see as I pull her to the middle of the room, turning her sideways I pull her to her feet attaching a rope to her hands she realizes she is limited. Grabbing her hair I tell to be quiet and stand as I grab a bar attaching it to her collar, several smacks form a crop get her straight as I add a belt around her waist with a chain from her hands. Holding her hair I give her a dozen.