Usne muze awaz lagayi, Raj, tumbhi upar aa jaana, yaha saamnehi hai par mera hath nahi pahunch raha hai. Mai bola thik hai, aur foran upar chadh gaya ...stool par kam jagah honeke karan ham dono bilkul ek dusrese satkar khade ho gaye. mai to pehlesehi garam ho chukka tha. Wo thoda turn ho gayi aur ek hatse muze ishara kiya, wo akhari wali bottle. Mai wo bottle nikakalne ke liye mera hath aage badhaya to mera khada lund uski gand ko chhune laga. Itneme wo thoda aur turn ho gayi, jisse mera lund. Well here it goes.... I worked at a park which offered a whole lot of different things like food and other attractions. I worked at one of the restaurants at the park. Each section and restaurant of the park had a different manager. There was this one manager who i thought was cute in her face but as everyone knows wearing uniforms isnt the sexiest thing to wear. One day while I was at work the other manager came in wearing a tank top and these VERY short shorts. I mean her ass cheeks were like. One day my mother told me that tomorrow we are leaving for my uncle’s village for His marriage celebration by listening that I got very excited because of all fun coming to me in next 4-5 days.It was a typical Indian wedding which concludes 4-5 days of celebration and back to back ceremony but apart from that and my real point of excitement was the girls who are coming for that marriage, some of them in a distant relation and some of them even are not in relation on next day.Finally we reach to. Wheeler walking through the door, the thought caused her to clench down on his finger. Mr. Wheeler removed his finger. “Stand, face me,” he ordered. Sarah stood upright and turned to face him.“Suck,” he said, holding up his finger.Her eyes darted to the door, the door that her mind projected Mrs. Wheeler coming through at any moment. She could hear her screaming at her, calling her a slut, a whore, a homewrecker. Sarah looked back to Mr. Wheeler, his face was caring but firm. She could not.