.....again, again" I pleed, John does so again, and again, and again. making me moan with each smack. "I need you right now john, please fuck me?". Jo...hn complies and undoes the chains I walk over to the bed and lean on it the skirt raising so you can just see my pussy. John reaches under the skirt and unbutons the underwear part and lets it fall reveling my hairless pussy lips. John presses his leather covered cock against my hot box.John pushes down the leather shorts he let his cock out and. Tucked in a corner of the property, cut off by a small rise, were two acres of Zin vines planted somewhere around the early 1890s and just under an acre of Alicante Bouschet, much younger at forty years of age. In an ancient redwood vat in the barn he would make wine of various mixes of the two grapes depending on the relative productivity of the two fields, or our regular tasting of different blends ... which I participated in from the beginning. He and I would sit in the barn doing blind. Each were up against the wall and had chains on the wall to keep the girls still. Walk down a few steps and you’ll be in my main torture chamber. Equipped with a king-sized bed/OB/GYN table with leather straps to keep the girls down. Ropes hung from the ceiling to allow me to stretch the girls in different positions. On one wall, was a collection of sex toys. From dildos to vibrators to lots of things. And on the other wall was a bunch of whips, paddles and shit like that. I also had a closet. Ami pa fak korlam ar amar porishkar..kamano gude hawae sursuri dite laglo…ebar Akash bollo…ebhabei thako…bolle uthe chole jete laglo..ami NAAAA! bole chitkar kore uthlam. Darja theke amar dike takalo…ami nogno..pa fak kore sue..bujhlam ekta dushtu hasi khele gelo or mukhe. O bollo..Jabo na? Ami ebar ektu aste..chokh sorie bollam na..Akashe amar mukh ta ghurie chokhe chokh rekhe bollo..’keno..theke ki korbo?’ Ami dekhlam or chokh o jolche..o o equally high..amar sab lajja kete gelo…ami bollam...