She prepared herself to walk back into the life she left behind so willingly all those years ago. She hadn’t been back home in 6 years. Thinking bac...k she realized that she had been a different person then, physically and emotionally. She fought for control as she felt a slight anxiety and familiar pain rise up that she wasn’t prepared for. Before the feeling could escalate further, she heard a familiar voice behind her that instantaneously calmed her. ‘Sloane? Sloane Bennett? Is that you?’. Jaise jaise jiju dhakka marte the didi k muh se aaaah aaah issaahhh aaaaahhhh aaaaaahhhh ummmmhhh isssshhhh aaaahhhhhhh ki awaze Aa rhi thi karib 10mint k baad dono saant ho gye nd jb jiju ne lund bahar nikaala jiju ka lund krib 6inch lmba Aur 4inch mota hoga aur Lund bilkul bhiga huwa tha…Jiju phr didi ko bole ki geeta sach me yaar tm bohot khubsurat ho. Tmhe chodne me jo mza h wo kisi ko v chodne me nhi hai.Phr meri didi ko unhono lip pe kiss kiya aur didi ko hug krke so gye..10mint baad mene. Her chest heaved for breathe, making her tits bounce up and down. 'Come here sissy,' Said my Mistress. I crawled over and she started kissing me, passing the slobber from his cock and balls into my mouth, covering my face in her sexy mess. 'Show me that arse baby,' Said Marcus. My mistress quickly forgot about me and bent over the bed, spreading her cheeks for him. I sat there and watched as he played with her thick arse, squeezing and moulding those pale beautiful bumps to expose her pink. Now she was in Paris, with Brian, her mentor. When she was lost and her life had no meaning, only photography brought peace to her mind. Brian Fitzgerald, world renowned still photographer who was at the dinner at Mr. Davis’ place, saw her pictures. They caught his master eyes and he took her under his wings as a protégée. Brian was a very handsome man in his mid fifties. His dark hair with slight grey streaks, properly maintained body and an English accent was enough to catch any teenager’s.