.Unka figure 36,30,38 he.Unke 36 ke bade bade boobs he..Wo hamesha saree pehnti he jisse unke boobs hamesa side me se bade dikhte he..Aur jab chalti h...e to uske bade bade kulle hilte he unke kulle bahut bade he.Sab pichhe se ghurte rehte he..Ab me story par aata hu..Ye 1 mahine pehle ki baat he me 12th me padta hu mere claas me ek dost he jinka naam aman he wo bahut hataa kataa he..Ek din mera aur unka bahut jagdaa huva aur usi me usne muje bahut mara…Mere naak se khun nikalaa…Jab me ghar gayaa. With their various interests, Samuel and Amanda were right at the heart of the swinging scene. As usual with most ‘swinging scenes,’ sex featured strongly and Victorian London was awash with the desires of the flesh. Infidelity was rife among the upper classes, generally and, particularly, within the ‘arty’ set that Samuel and Amanda frequented. Most men had mistresses and many ‘highly respectable’ women found nothing immoral in having a lover. The difference between the genders was that men. I was thrown on the floor and asked my name rank and serial number, I couldn’t answerThat’s when the face slapping started. There were now three men in uniform around me.I was strapped to a chair, a long black dildo was shoved in my mouth, and it was then pumped up, expanding in my mouth. Filling me. Forcing my jaws wide, choking me. I had to breathe through my nose. They deflated it and re-inflated it fucking my mouth. My head held as I heard them shout abuse at me.Suddnely my nose was held as. If they did I would have been a ‘spread eagle’ scout. :)Tying someone up is tricky business. If I cut off her blood supply or airway it could be catastrophic. By the time Jill presented herself I had a pretty good idea what I wanted. I brought her into our master bedroom which is well lit. I sat and left her standing.Jill was clean shaven everywhere but her head. She smelled nice and fresh from her shower without any perfumes. I caressed her tits, squeezed them and felt them yield as I rubbed.