Max could hardly blame the guards for their listlessness. Day in and day out it was an incredibly boring job. However, it was their job to perform. Af...ter today, he was certain they would start paying much closer attention. "Squeaky wheel gets the greasy bullet," Max eyed the man who was trying his best to turn invisible.Max felt under his Hugo Boss suit coat jacket for the reassuring feel of his fifty caliber Desert Eagle semi automatic. Like the suit and the Jeep, the gun was excessive, but. Baki apki marzi kyoki iska koi aur solution nei hai so app soch lena aram se and mujhe bta dena.Then pandit ji chle gye and main aur mom abhi v sofe pe bethe the. Koi kuch nei bol rha thaMe – mom don’t worry sab thik hoga as ye sab to khne ki bate hai main nei manta inheMom – nei beta asa nei hota hai and maine phle hi tumhare dad ko kho diya hai and ab tumhe nei khona cahti so mujhe lagta hai ki pandit ji thik keh rhe theMe – but mom wo meri behan hai and main asa kese kr skta hun. Its not. He manages to pull my white dress up to my neck. He buries his face in my "beeg fawkeen teets", as he called them, and his fingers in my very damp "moof". This man is a stud! I blow and I suck and I blow some more. His prick bangs against the back of my throat time and again. "Did you know that in English, this is called Frenching?" I ask, smiling at the irony, dragging my mouth off his manhood. But he doesn't want to talk. He places his hand on the back of my head and jams it back down onto. I moved to the floor and I pulled him up over me always keeping that cock pointed at my face and mouth. When I got here you asked me for a fucking blow job and a fucking blow jobs includes getting all that nasty sticky sperm you’re hiding in your balls now give it to me. I remembered George’s sperm from before when I sucked him off. It is thick and very creamy and the first time I tasted it I was amazed at its tangy flavor. As soon as his sperm hit my tongue I was like a starved baby.