So a visibly worried Asha alongwith a leering Mr. Sharma reached Mr.
Ahmed's office. They were made to sit down in a small room, away
from the adjacent room which was filled with many other people. Since
they had no appointment, they were made to wait. Asha was impressed
by the plush interiors and with so many people waiting. Mr. Sharma
sat next to her and in the pretext of speaking confidentially to her,
put his arm around her shoulders and started feeling her. He was glad
to have such an opportunity to be alone with her. Soon Asha spotted
a dusky sexy woman in a tight blouse and short skirt walk in. She
too was made to wait in the same room as them, and sat opposite them
on another sofa. Asha could see that this sexy woman was wearing no
bra as her breasts were straining in different directions to be free
of the blouse. Mr. Sharma brought his face very near Asha's and
whispered, "See, that woman is the one who acted in BETA hindi
movie, she is a starlet, quite a sexy thing no, what do you think
madam", looking directly in her eyes. Asha felt uncomfortable, with
Mr. Sharma so close to her, but seeing this woman sitting within
hearing distance was forced to reply in a whisper herself. "Yes, she
is the one who did that rain song in ***** movie", replied Asha in a
whisper. Mr. Sharma, now pressing Asha firmly to him said, "She looks
more sexy in person, don't you think".
"unngh um yes, but what is she doing here", replied Asha. At that
moment, the girl opposite, chose to uncross and cross her legs,
giving them a good look at her smooth thighs and a glimpse of her
dark-coloured panties. "Did you see that madam, her skirt is so
short", said Mr. Sharma. "She has come here to ask Mr. Ahmed for a
role in some of the movies he is financing", he added. " She is
clearly wearing no bra", said Asha, now feeling excited
herself. "Yes, madam, she has small ones, not like you, hehehe", said
the greasy old Mr. Sharma. " ummmhh, aah", Asha replied gaspingly.
Mr. Sharma was by now freely feeling Asha's bare shoulder and
pressing her closer to himself. He had grown bolder and brought his
hand down to feel her breasts from the side of her thin blouse. His
hand, could not be seen by the woman opposite, as it was covered by
Asha's saree. He was pressing her breast from the sides, as he
continued to whisper to her. "I bet she is going to bed with Mr.
Ahmed for a role, casting couch, you know madam", Mr. Sharma said,
while feeling Asha's breast and her clean-shaven armpit. Asha was
gasping with short breaths now, all this talk had excited her as well
as the fondling she was receiving. Mr. Sharma was a fat old man, but
somehow with his sexy talk and persistent fondling of her since the
last three days, he was lowering Asha's resistance towards
him. "ummm, aahh, you mean S***** is going to be uunnggh uuumm
fucked uummm by Mr. Ahmed for a role", said Asha, now moaning softly
into Mr. Sharma's ears, being excited by this talk and naming the
"Hain madam, Mr. Ahmed usse chooddenge, barabar choodeengee", replied
Mr. Sharma, now switching to hindi, feeling excited by the fact that
he had succeeded in wearing down the resistance of his reserved boss.
Hearing him use hindi to refer to fucking, Asha felt herself getting
wet. Mr. Sharma pressed on, "Madam, us din jab maine aapko phone
kara, app kaounsi picture deekh rahin thien, usme bhi tau choodaiee
ho rahi thii, main nain samja aapka rape ho raha hai", whispered Mr.
Sharma nibbling Asha's ears now.
At this juncture Mr. Ahmed's secretary walked in and the sexy starlet
S**** got up and followed him out of the room. Now they were alone
again in the room. Mr. Sharma took full advantage of this and freely
squeezed Asha's breast, rubbing his thumb in circles over her stubby
erect nipple over her thin blouse and said, " Bolo na madam, who kaun
si film thii".
"aaaiiee oohhhhhhhh, Mr. Shharmmaaaaaaa", moaned Asha a little
louder now, as Mr. Sharma was pinching her nipple. "Who uunnggh
uummmm blue film tthhii aaiieeeeee", said Asha, lying about it.
"Madam , par usme thau hindi mein cheekh rahe thei aur hindi mein
bol rahe thai", Said Mr. Sharma, now placing Asha's hand on the bulge
of his pants.
"uunnh Sharmmaa, oohhh yeh kya kaaarr uunngh rrahheeeeeee hhoooo,
oouuii kkooi ddeekkhhh lleh ggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa cchodd ddddoouu
mmuujjhhee", moaned Asha softly, as her hand took firm grip of this
greasy man's prick, as he continued kneading her breast.
"arre saali, tunhee heei tau mera lund jor se pakad rakha hai, aur
bol thi hai ki choddun", replied Mr. Sharma, pleased with the firm
grip this sexy bitch had on his prick, realising that she would be an
easy lay now, as he had succeeded in seducing her, wearing down all
Just then, in walked Mr. Ahmed, with S**** clinging to him. Mr.
Sharma and Asha quickly let go of each other and stood up in obvious
embarrassment. Both Mr. Ahmed and the starlet saw what was happening,
but Mr. Ahmed ignored all this as he took in the beauty of Mrs. Sinha
and spoke to her. "I am sorry, Mrs.Sinha, but I have been very busy,
have not had a chance to look into your documents, perhaps, this
evening over dinner, if you are free". Before Asha could answer, Mr.
Sharma butted in, "Yes, yes of course sir, this evening is fine".
Asha too had to say, "Yes sir, this evening is fine". She looked at
Mr. Ahmed, he was a tall, strong muscular chap, barrel chested and
with a deep timbre voice, he looked to be in his mid forties, truly a
charismatic personality. Asha envied S****, thinking of the fucking
she would be receiving at the hands of this powerful man. She found
him too sexy. Mr. Ahmed too, was thinking of Asha, what a voluptuous
woman, so fair and big, big breasts, tall, big gaand, what was this
fat fellow upto with her just now, surely she deserved a better man.
It would be fun bedding her he thought. Asha blushed, knowing that
Mr. Ahmed was staring at her. They all agreed to meet at 8.30 pm in a
five-star hotel, this evening, having decided, Mr. Ahmed left with
his afternoon conquest, while Asha and Mr. Sharma also departed from
the office. While walking towards the car, Mr. Sharma tried to hold
Asha by her waist, but received a tight slap on his face for this
effort. Asha had regained her composure and put Mr. Sharma in his
place. Mr. Sharma cursed his luck at not succeeding with her anymore
now. The drive back to the factory was in chilly silence. Asha
dropped Mr. Sharma off and then drove to her parents house. Inside
she was seething with rage at Mr. Sharma's behaviour. How dare he,
she thought, trying to act funny with me.
That evening, prompt at 7.30pm, Mr. Sharma came to Asha's parents
house, to accompany her for the meeting with Mr. Ahmed. He sat in the
living room, with Asha's parents, as Asha was still getting ready.
Her mother called out to Raju to bring tea for Mr. Sharma. Mr. Sharma
quickly thought, so this is the chokra boy, madam was getting fucked
by that afternoon, as he saw Raju bring the tea. He felt emboldened,
in his desire for Asha, if she could get fucked by a servant, surely
he could still get her to fuck, he thought as he sipped his tea. As
he was finishing, in walked Asha. She was looking stunning, wearing a
dark-blue chiffon saree with a thin strap blouse, which could hardly
conceal her ample breasts. As she bent down to sit opposite him to
have tea, he could see her boobs almost spill out as clearly she was
wearing no bra. Furthermore, her saree was worn well below her navel.
She had worn a thin gold chain accentuating her bare mid-riff. Well,
well, thought, Mr. Sharma, this is going to be an interesting
evening. While sitting in the car, Mr. Sharma complimented Asha on
her looking good, to which she relied thank you with a sweet smile.
This encouraged Mr. Sharma, who then put his arm around her as she
was driving, however an icy cold look from Asha was enough for him to
take his arm back.
On reaching the hotel, they were early, they found a suitable table
and sat down. Mr. Sharma sat close to Asha on the sofa and ordered a
double scotch for himself. Asha ordered an apple juice for herself
as they waited for Mr. Ahmed. Having downed his first drink pretty
fast, Mr. Sharma ordered another, as he garnered courage and slid
closer to Asha, letting his legs stick to hers.
He then told her, "Madam, aap ne bataya nahin ki kaunsi hindi blue film app
dekh raheein thii". ( YOU DID NOT TELL ME WHICH HINDI BLUSE FILM YOU WERE
Asha exasperatedly and feeling uncomfortable replied, "Ab bus bhi
karo Mr. Sharma".
"Jada chalak mat samjho, madam, mujhe saab pata lag gaya hai, kaunsi blue
film aur kaunsa Raju", ( DON'T PLAY INNOCENT MADAM I KNOW EVERYTHING WHICH
BLUE FILM WAS YOU WATCHING WITH RAJU) saying this he boldly put his arms
around her and pressed her closer to himself. Aah what an intoxicating
perfume this bitch had put on. Asha gave him a cold look, but to no avail.
"Maine sara tape kar diya hai, teri chudaie ki awaazein, raju ke saath,
agar tune mujhe tang kiya tau main Rajesh saab ko sunadoonga", (I HAVE
TAPED YOUR FUCKING WITH RAJU, THE VOICES YOU UTTER WHEN YOU WERE FUCKED YOU
BITCH IF YOU DON'T OBEY ME I WILL TELL TO YOUR HUSBAND) he lied easily,
"DON'T DO THAT MR SHARMA", said Asha softly,
terrified of the consequences.
"Ye OK THEN LETS HAVE A SCOTCH DON'T WORRY I AM WITH YOU ", he
said, while bringing his glass for her to gulp.
"Please nahin, main nahin peetii" (I Don't DRINK) , said Asha softly.
"Arre, nakhree jodd, aur pee, nahin tau....", ( DON'T PLAY DRINK THIS) said
Mr. Sharma as he once again raised the glass to her mouth and was satisfied
as she took a big gulp and grimaced. Asha was terrified that this man had a
tape on all the while as she was being fucked by the servant boy Raju, so
she drank the scotch he was giving her. This ugly greasy fellow had now put
his hand on her waist, pressing her closer to him as he continued to share
the scotch with her.
"Kabhi hamein bhi tau mauka deyo, madam, hum bhi aapki pyaas bujha sakte
hain, aapka pati gaya hua hai, is liye choot mein tadpan aah rahi hai",
(YOU GIVE YOUR CUNT FOR ME ALSO OCCASONALLY I TOO AM THIRSTY FOR YOUR ,
YOUR HUSBAND IS NOT CARING BUT THERE ARE THOUSAND WHO WANT YOUR PUSSY)
continued Mr. Sharma, bringing his face close to hers and nibbling at her
"Ye pakdo aur dekho, mera lund aapki choot mein janee ka liye kitna tadap
raha hai", (PLEASE TAKE MY PENIS IN YOUR HAND ITS PULSATING TO ENTER YOUR
FUCKING HAIRY CUNT) said Mr. Sharma, now grabbing her hand and placing it
on his bulge. He then ordered another peg of whisky and kept Asha's hand
firmly on his prick, even when giving the order to the waiter. Asha felt
humiliated as the waiter saw her hand placed on his bulge. At that point,
before Mr. Sharma could proceed any further , in walked Mr. Ahmed. Asha
quickly rose to greet him and chose a seat next to Mr. Ahmed to
sit. Mr. Sharma glared at her, but could do little else in the presence of
However, it was like jumping from the frying pan into the fire for
Asha. Mr. Ahmed soon placed his arm around her and firmly gripped her
shoulders while talking. He insisted that she call him by his first
name Riaz, as he called her Asha. He too was intoxicated by her
sexiness and lost no time in feeling her body, by massaging her neck
and back slowly, while talking. He had been thinking about fucking
her the whole day after meeting her. Even while fucking the starlet
S**** he had been thinking of Asha. That S**** was a whore who he
could get to fuck anytime, though she was sexy, while fucking she was
a bag of bones, not much flesh to nibble or hold on to. That was the
problem with these starlets now a days, too figure conscious, looks
good on-screen, but not so enjoyable while fucking. Across Asha, Mr.
Sharma was ogling at her body and her she was being slyly felt-up by
Mr. Ahmed. The whisky that she had been forced to drink also started
to have an effect on her as she meekly submitted herself to Mr.
Ahmed's fondling. Mr. Sharma ordered another round for all and Asha
meekly had more to drink. There was a live band playing and soon Asha
found herself held closely by Mr. Ahmed on the dance floor.
Asha could feel his hard prick against her soft stomach as Mr. Ahmed
held her closely and grinded his pelvis on her body. His hands were
freely feeling her back and buttocks as he moved her around the dance
floor. With so much fondling, Asha too began to feel horny, as this
greek-god of a man expertly fondled her. She could feel her cunt
juices begin to drip as he kneaded her buttocks, now placing a hand
on each of them and guiding her on the dance floor with his hands on
her bums. Mr. Ahmed, then brought his face down and lightly kissed
her lips, invoking a short gasp from Asha. She could feel his
masculinity and strength, and the light tender kiss was enough to
send her gasping for more. Seeing her gasp in pleasure and sensing no
resistance, Mr. Ahmed now freely started kissing her forcefully, long
wet tongue kisses, as Asha whimpered in joy. The band then decided
to take a break and a wet , horny, whimpering Asha was led back to
the table by Mr. Ahmed.
Mr. Sharma had observed all this, and was desperate for his chance.
He ordered another round of drinks and winked openly at Mr. Ahmed,
with reference to Asha's state. As the waiter brought their drinks,
he saw that this new man was now fondling this sexy babe openly.
Seems they are sharing this whore he thought. Mr. Ahmed was openly
feeling Asha's braless breasts thru her thin blouse, even in the
presence of the waiter. Asha herself was too far gone in her desire
to be fucked, to notice the waiter, or for that matter anybody else.
When the band started playing again, Mr. Sharma got up and with a
wink to Mr. Ahmed, took Asha to the dance floor. He too had a nice
time fondling, feeling, pinching and kissing her. Asha was so
consumed by the desire to get fucked that she welcomed Mr. Sharma's
brazen advances. Her cunt was dripping and she was breathing hard in
short hard gasps. On bringing her back to the table, Mr. Sharma found
Mr. Ahmed settling the bill and motioning for them to follow him. Out
in the lobby, he took them to the reception desk, and quickly booked
a room and took the key, soon they were in the elevator. As they were
alone in the elevator, Mr. Sharma put his mouth on Asha's breasts
which were covered with a thin blouse and began sucking furiously at
them. Asha moaned, "uuuffffffff uummmmmmmMr.
Shaaaaaarmaaaaaaaaaaaaa". "Sharmaji, jara thar jaao , kya jaldi
hayi,koi dekh leghaa", ( HURRY UP SOMEONE WILL COME) said Mr. Ahmed.
Once inside, both men wasted no time in undressing this horny bitch
and soon all of them were naked. Mr. Ahmed felt Asha's cunt with his
hand and was surprised to find it so wet. Asha's cunt was puffed and
her cunt-lips were swollen and open. As Mr. Ahmed's hand brushed
against her erect clit, Asha moaned loudly, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
PPLLEEAAASSEE CCHHHOODDOOOO CCHHOODDOO MMUUJHHEEE". Seeing such a
willing and wet woman, Mr. Ahmed lost no time in foreplay. He sat on
a comfortable couch and made Asha sit on him. Next he pulled her legs
together and raised them up, holding them by her knees. Her back was
towards his chest, as he expertly guided his erect circumcised prick
into her gaping cunt, while holding her legs together to get the
maximum tightness of her gaping cunt. Holding her by the knees, he
raised her and pushed his prick
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH", wailed Asha as
she felt his thick spear stretch and fill her pussy. The effect of
liquor had removed all inhibitions as she wailed, " uuff chhoddooo
jjoorr ssee cchhooddoo rriiaazzzzzzzzz". She opened her eyes to see
Mr. Sharma leering at her rubbing his own prick, as Mr. Ahmed began
to fuck her. Asha felt extremely excited at seeing Mr. Sharma
masturbate, while looking at her being fucked. She immediately had a
series of shattering orgasms. Mr. Ahmed slowed for a few minutes as
Asha continued to wail loudly, in throes of pleasure. He then began
to fuck her with hard rapid strokes, forcing her breasts to flap on
her chest as he powerfully rammed her cunt again and again. Seeing
the power of Mr. Ahmed's magnificient prick, and the way this bitch
was wailing, Mr. Sharma could wait no longer and shot his load on her
breasts as Asha continued getting fucked furiously. "aah aaahh
aaaahhh aaaaahhhh aaaaaaahhhhhhhh aaaaaaahhhhhhhh
hhhhh", Asha wailed as another series of orgasms rocked her body.
Hearing her cries, Mr. Ahmed too came with a series of spurts inside
her, as he let her legs fall apart on his lap. Thick semen was oozing
out of her cunt, onto her thighs as Mr. Ahmed withdrew his limp
"Saali ki chhoot bahut tight aur mast hai", ( SALI'S CUNT IS TIGHT AND DAMN
JUICY) said Riaz, as he carried Asha to the bed and flopped her on it.
"Riaz bhai, jab aap isse chood rahee thei, tau ye mujhe kisse heroine se
kum nahin lag rahi thi, is ke saath tau aapko koi blue film bannani
chahiye", ( RIAS WHILE YOU ARE ENJOYING HER ARRANGE SOMEONE FOR ME ALSO YOU
CAN MAKE A GREAT BLUE FILM WITH THIS BITCH IT WILL SMASH THE BOX OFFICE)
said Mr. Sharma, while taking the oozing semen from her thighs and rubbing
Asha's face and breast with it. "Dekho, saali kya cheez lagti hai, ugar
camera hota tau iska photo leta", he continued.
"Haan sharmaji, isse tau zaroor blue film mein layna chaiye, par phir
kabhi, aabhi tau iski choot ka sara ras nikalna hai", (YOU SEE THIS
DRIPPING CUNT, YOU SHOULD MAKE A GOOD BLUE FILM WITH HER) replied Riaz.
He then brought his limp prick near her mouth and said, "Choos isse".
Asha immediately obliged and took his limp prick in her mouth. She
had become such an expert at sucking, that in no time, Riaz's prick
had hardened under her ministrations. She played with his heavy balls
as she continued to suck. "OHHH AAHHHHH SSAALI KYA CHHOOSSTTII
HHAIII", whimpered Riaz in pleasure. Hearing this big burly man
whimpering, exited Asha, as she now started taking his hairy balls
and sucking them. "Kya tere pati nai tujhe aisa mast choosna sikhaya
hai", asked Riaz. Asha mumbled in reply as she took his stiff prick
again in her mouth . Asha loved sucking pricks and getting fucked by
big cocks. Riaz had a big tool and she had enjoyed his fucking her.
Mr. Sharma too regained his erection on seeing this sexy woman
expertly sucking Riaz's prick and longed to have a go at her. Riaz
feeling himself on the verge of another orgasm, withdrew his prick as
he wanted to fuck her again. This time he put a pillow under her
buttocks and raised her legs apart and above his shoulders. With one
hand he guided his prick near her gaping cunt and said, "Chooduun
Asha was wet with anticipation and replied, "Hain Riaz joor see
chhodnaa, bahut maazaa aayeeggaa". (FUCK ME FASTER RIAS I LIKE IT) Hearing
this willing married
housewife, Riaz laughed and slapped his prick against her cunt-lips
and stiff clit, teasing the bitch. Asha raised her buttocks in
anticipation as Riaz continued teasing her. "Riiaazz uuunnnhhhh
ttadppaaoo nnaahhii muujjhheeeeeeeeee cchhooddooooo chhooddoo
cchhooddooooooooo pllleeasseeeee rriiaaaaazzzzzzzzzz", Asha wailed in
frustration as Riaz continued to rub his prick, but not penetrate
her. "Dekh Sharma, kaise apni gannd hilaa rahii hai".( EVER FUCKED IN YOUR
FAT ASS, SEE THIS FOR EXAMPLE) Sharma too
moved near Asha, brandishing his stiff prick, bringing it near her
mouth. Asha saw him bring his prick near her mouth and randy as she
was, immediately opened her mouth to swallow this fat man's small but
thick prick. "uummgh gghhoouupp ghhuupp ssllppuu sslluupp", she went
eagerly sucking this greasy old man's prick, while jerking her
buttocks in a valiant effort to snare Riaz's prick in her cunt
muscles. Sharma was loving the sight of this sexy woman so willingly
sucking his prick, she had proved difficult to seduce, but now seeing
her accepting and enjoying sucking his prick, he felt victorious. He
caressed her face and hair as she continued sucking and deep
throating him. Riaz now pushed his prick in her cunt with a hard deep
push. "AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UUMMMMMM
wailed Asha, as her body was rocked by his penetration and Sharma's
small prick slipped out of her mouth. "Haaiinn
rriiaazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ooouuiiiiiiiiii mmmaaaaaaaa
cchhooddooooooooooooooooooo ccchhhooddooooooooo muujjhheeeeeeeeeeeee
aaauuuuuu hhhaaiiiiii hhhhhhhhhhhhhiuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhh", she wailed as
he began stroking her pussy powerfully. Sharma tried to insert his
prick in her mouth, but as Asha was being fucked so powerfully, her
whole body was shaking and his prick kept slipping out of her mouth.
He decided to abide his turn watching the awesome performance of this
"Yee lei, saali ye lie uur lei", Riaz moaned as he continued to fuck
her hard and fast, enjoying seeing her big breasts flap about on her
chest with each powerful stroke.
"ouuiiiiiiiiiii mmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa rriiaazzzzzzzzzzzzzz
aahhh raahhaaaaaaaaaaaa hhaaaiiiiiiiiiiii
cchhooddooo auurr ccchhooddoo jjoor sseeiii oouuuiiiiiiiii
mmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa", wailed Asha as she had orgasm after orgasm,
enjoying the screwing she was receiving.
Sharma was watching, rubbing his stiff prick, seeing his boss having
her brains fucked out as she shook and wailed, totally consumed with
passion. It was difficult for him to imagine her so fully willing and
enjoying being screwed. He stopped rubbing his prick, lest he come
again and miss out in the pleasure of fucking her.
Riaz had by now lifted Asha's legs, with her jerking buttocks,
jerking in the air as he lifted her with his strong hands and kept on
fucking her at a furious pace now.
"ah aah aaahh aaaahhhh aaaaaahhhhhhh ooohhhhhhhhhh
ooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii", Asha went
as Riaz went on and on. Only her head and a small portion of her back
was touching the bed now as Riaz furiously kept pumping her.
Riaz was now sweating with exertion, this woman was heavy and he was
finding it difficult to continue fucking her while holding her up for
so long. He let go of her and his prick withdrew with a loud popping
noise. Exhausted, though still erect, he collapsed on the bed beside
her, breathing heavily. Sharma saw his window of opportunity, and
immediately dragged the whimpering woman to the edge of the bed.
Lifting her legs, he guided his small but thick erect prick near her
puffed and open cunt-lips and proceeded to begin fucking her. Asha
watched him with glazed eyes as he began pumping his prick in and out
in and out in slow long strokes. She was thoroughly exhausted by the
fucking that she had received from Riaz and could hardly feel this
greasy man's small prick as he quickly came to an orgasm and exploded
inside her and then collapsed with all his weight and fat belly on
her, crushing her in the process. Asha struggled to push his bulk
away from her as he grunted and groaned in satisfaction.
Riaz was watching all this in amusement, while stroking his prick
slowly. Seeing Riaz coming to her again, Asha wailed, "Buussssssssss
aauurrrrr nnaahhiiinnnnnnnnnn, mmainn phhaatt
jjaaoonnggoiiiiiiiiiiiiii". (STOP THIS I WILL DIE ) Riaz ignored her
pleadings as he sat on
the bed and roughly dragged Asha on his lap, with her stomach down
and buttocks facing him. Asha was perplexed at this, feeling his
thick prick against her thighs and stomach. Riaz then started
spanking her buttocks, with a flat hand. Spanking each buttock
alternatively, hard and pausing in between to see it quiver.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIII", Asha began wailing
loudly, as Riaz continued to spank her hard.
"muujjhhee aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii kkyoonn mmarr
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiii rrahhee hhooooooooooooooo", wailed
Asha as tears started rolling down with pain.
Riaz noticed that her buttocks had become nice and pink as he
continued spanking her. "Ashaji, aapko isliye mar raha hoon, ke, agar
aapne mera interest late diya ya loan time pe nahin wapass kiya, thau
main tumhe tumhare pati ke samne aise he maaroonga, samjhe Ashaji",
( ASHA I AM BEATING YOUR BUTTS TO MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT WILL I DO IF YOU
MAKE ANY LATE PAYMENT FOR MY INTEREST, INSTEED OF FUCKING YOUR HUSBAND I
WILL FUCK YOUR ASS LIKE THIS)
he said while continuing spanking her, and at times now, brushing her
open erect clit with his fingers.
TO BE CONT.
Last edited by kail1976; 01-11-2009 at 06:40 PM.
Guys may wear the pants in the relationship, But Girls control the zipper.