Having never been in a fight before, the sheer ferocity of it stuns me. When I finally gain my bearings after an embarrassingly long time moaning and... clutching my jaw I find Ida staring at me as if Ive grown an extra head, holding her fist to her chest like a broken wing. I wipe the back of my hand against a warm trickle at the corner of my lips, bringing the hand back down and finding it smeared with blood. Nice hit, I grimace, wiping my hand clean on my make-shift dress. She looks at me with. Suddenly she became little wild and started removing all my shirt buttons and threw it away from my body… and looked at me & said… “why do you wear this baniyan?”.. I said, you are in such hurry that even a single clothing is making you upset…” she laughed and bite at my shoulder.Now I was also opening her shirt buttons… as I was opening them, I was also kissing every part of skin which was getting exposed to me…. { I want to tell you all about this, I don’t really like fat ladies, who have got. I said- And what would that be?Him – I want your wife for tonight and I make you a VIP guest. You can come anytime you want. I just started this, and this is the least I can do now.Me – You are mistaken, she is not my wife. She is my ex-girlfriend, Petra. We are here for our weekend party time.Him – Really ex-girlfriend?Me – Yes, she cheated on me I caught her red handed and I found her this slutty side of her. She is married been few months but we still fuck.Him- That is fascinating. She seems. During the hours that follow, I swim on a small cloud and there are no persistent sequelae. These powerful orgasms, forbidden by my Master, were the most severely chastened. This happened too often, even with the belt Of chastity. Nature has endowed me with an extreme sensitivity of the clitoris, and the simple rubbing of my little button against the steel make me squeal. If the Master notices it, a terrible punishment is inflicted on me. I had been trained to drink my Master’s urine every.