She took me out to the garage and had me lie on a mattress on the floor under a basket that was hanging by a series of ropes from a pulley attached to... a roof beam. [Note: The basket was made from a well-worn old blacksmiths apron, the leather as soft as a glove. Someone had cut off the bib and sewn it to the legs and around to the sides, making a big sack or basket.] When she sat in the basket it folded up around her so that she was doubled up with her head and feet up in the air and her sexy. Justin began licking off all the paint, feeling with his tongue against the inside of her legs. Guiding himself with his tongue. Justin could feel that she loved every minute and she was ready to cum even before he touched her clitoris. Her clit stood erect waiting for him to take it into his mouth and bite it and pull just like he did her nipples. It was as if he was reading her mind. That’s exactly what he did. Again, Justin began to get aroused this time he could hold out for much longer.. A week later, we were sitting in the dining room talking with the financial advisor and two hours later, I was all set up. From that day on, I tuned in to Fox Business after the closing bell at four o’clock for the stock market results.That summer, I found myself hanging in a one-man cage forty stories up on Lake Point Tower. The very first window I washed, there was a couple eating breakfast. The next window, I saw a brown and white basset hound chewing on a bone. As I moved along, I saw some. Phir main tangon ke bal baith gayi or apni ik ungli chut mein or doosri apni gaand mein lene lagi…or maine aankhen bandh kar li.or ungli karti gayi…yaasss….ahhhh…..phir maine tabh hi bandh kiya jab mera paani nikala…..phir main uthi or nahane lagi…woh mujhe dekhta hi raha jab tak maine poore kapde nahinn pehne tab tak..phir to main saara din usko apni gaand dikha dikha kar tarsati rahi.kabhi main neeche jhuk jaati jisse usko meri gaand ka nazara milta or kabhi main bed par ulti let kar kitaben.