How may I help you, Sir?” Justice Thomas looked pained about whatever news he was bringing to me and for the first time I realized that he looked ev...ery one of his years. Somehow I suspected that I would be appointing his replacement before very long.“Mr. President...”“Please, Sir. Please call me Tom. You have far too much of my respect for me to allow you to be so formal. I would take it as a personal favor if you would accede to my request.”Clarence Thomas looked me over for a long time, and. She-“Tu phele mujhe thora massage krega mere badan ko .To tu apna t shirt ar shorts utar de sirf underwear me rhega”Main waisa hi kiya jaisa ki unhone kaha ar main oil leke aunty k paer k pass jaa k thora saree ko upr uthaya ar thora sa oil deke massage suru kiya.Unki nangi paer ek dm mulaym ar ekdm safed lg rhi thi.Thora hath ka pressure deke main ne unke paer ki taluo ko dabaya ar ungli pr dhire dhire massage kr rha hun ar wo ek dm sexy aawaze nikal rhi thiShe-“Ahhhh!!!! Hummmmm….. Ahhhhh!!!!. As we got deeper in our relationship, we started getting into other things, spanking (I love being spanked!), tying me up, making me stand in the corner with my hands over my head for punishment, etc. And the fantasies we would share with each other got even more intense, although most of these fantasies we were not ready to try. One Sunday, Tom was going to have three friends, Tim, Brant, and Doug, over to watch the Patriots game. His friends were just like him, working class types, great. Husband (drunk): Fuck off, you bitch..I couldn’t take that tone of his so came straight back with verbal abuses. I commented on his dick which seemed to have stopped working (again!). Even teased him about being a coward who talked mightily on the phone but didn’t have the balls to do it to me.It was 11:30 pm when he got up from bed and left the house. I called my college-time lover but he was not picking up his phone. So, I took out my vibrator and started fantasizing about rough sex.I was.