Who to mujhe pagal hee kar raha tha.kiss karte hue mein apni jeeb bahar nikali to usne jhat se apna muh khol diya.aur maine apni jeeb uske muh mein da...al di. Hum dono ki jeeb apas mein ladne lagi.Takreeban adha ghanta hum log aise hee kiss karte rahe. Phir who meri t-shirt jo mein raat ko pehnti hoon utarne laga. Main raat ko bra nahi pehnti. T-shirt k utarte hee mere 36 size mumme uske saamne aa gaye.jaise usko keh rahe hon dekhte kya ho. Choos dalo hume.Mumme dekhte hee who aur jiyada madhoosh. I looked sheepishly from my book, To her sensual long fingered hands, Not a ring she wore left or right, And thought what kind of man am I, Wondering if she was tight or just right. A cup of brew was brought to me, Steaming hot latte, light and tasty, A puzzled look I gave the cook, “From the lovely young lady,” His replied on the sly. She raised her cup when we were eyes to eyes, I did the same with a smile of surprise, She placed the rim to her full wanting lips, Never taking her eyes. “So wet. Still missing your brother’s cock.”“Of course,” I said. “You didn’t bring me here to...” I glanced at the chained-up man.“Do you want to enjoy him?” asked the queen. “I can, of course, amuse myself as you amuse yourself.”My cheeks burned. “No, no, that’s okay. I have my sister and our sex slaves for that.”“Of course, of course.” The queen picked up a paddle. “Have you ever used any of these items?”“No,” I said. “We don’t punish our slaves. We control them and they obey to make us. She'd taken her swim cap off and her wet hair was dark brown, almost black. She wore it in a short bob and it hung in damp tendrils, framing her face.I introduced myself."I'm James." Nao," she replied."Now? What now?" I was confused."No, Nao. My name. It's Japanese. From my mum." Oh," I mumbled. I felt really dumb. "Sorry."She laughed. It touched her eyes, a deep soft brown."That's okay. I'm kind of used to it." So ... that was pretty cool the other day. You know, when you beat me in sprints.".