I am an ardent reader of this website since many years.About me, I am 29 years old, 5 ft 9 in tall, with an athletic body.The duchess of the story is ...Priya (name changed) with vitals 36-26-38. She was a sex bomb, I must tell you. We met through a common friend and we started talking. It was a very formal conversation containing only hi’s and hello’s until and eventually the conversation was over as we both were busy with our lives. Time passed by and I was in Delhi working in an MNC. One day. I instantly agreed to go since this is only chance to get my whore masi back in my control.I took a seven day leave, left for mumbai in the evening flight. While in the cab I texted my slut masi.Me : be ready my darling with your legs spread wide open, I’m coming.She : please don’t create any scene here, I’m happy with my marriage.Me : I won’t create any scene if you agree to fuck me.She : it’s not possible, if you come near me I’ll shout.I didn’t text her any further and lost in my own. “Oh, it will come back”, she said, “and, you know Timmy he really just needs some encouragement and he will seize the opportunity”. I thought: “You’re right on that!”“Why, Spanish?” I asked“Not sure”, replied Heather. “Timmy said he’d always liked Don Quixote and Dream an Impossible Dream.”I gulped! God, was that a blatant signal!“I guess I can help him learn some words and phrases”, I said, thinking, “what’s Spanish for ‘let’s fuck’?”“Great”, Heather concluded, “I’ll let Timmy know you are. "Ethan, try and lift that ball by just the cord." Why?" Ethan asked."You'll see," the salesman said with a grin.Ethan grabbed the clothesline and lifted the ball a fraction of an inch before yelling, 'Yeow!" and dropping it and shaking his hand. "You're saying she can pick up that ball by that cord? I don't believe it! And so what if she can?" Xiuying!" the salesman said.The girl squatted over the ball, picked up the string, and slid the end of the string up her vagina. Then she stood, bow.