Ae Raja Choli Me Chalata Goli splendid Bhojpuri Song

Eddie P.S. I added another $500 bucks to Tobe’s college fund. Breadstick sales were off the charts last night! There’s also $100 on the fridge as I noticed you guys could use a grocery restock! I am stunned… I haven’t really taken a day off since I went on the run and I hadn’t really thought to ask for one since Eddie hot tended to keep his clubs open 7 days a week one way or another. I don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and take full advantage of the day including splurging on Subway for lunch and picking up ice cream treats at the grocery store dance to surprise Toby with. By the time I make my way to the Stuffed Pussy on Tuesday, I am convinced that there will be some change, or new device like the mechanical bull designed to make me suffer. Against all odds it turns out to be as benign of an evening as I can hope for. My definition of “normal” has gone way off track to the extent that I am relieved when the extent of Eddie’s torture is having me serve beer and food wearing vibrating panties and escaping the evening with only 2 public orgasms…! Wednesday seems like it will pass in similar fashion with the exception that I am coerced into riding the Mechanical bull wearing nothing but some cowgirl boots and a hat. This time they bind my legs so I don’t fall off boobs the bull but they leave my hands free. I do my best to “play along” with some playful yeehaws when the ride starts. I don’t resist when I feel my excitement start to build, knowing Eddie won’t let me down until I humiliate myself with an orgasm. Instead of resisting, I grind my pussy against the vibrator until I cum, shaking helplessly on the saddle while the bar hoops and hollers around me. When Phil and indian Eddie unbind me they again lift sexy me off and I have déj� vu back to my first bull ride as they carry me to the front of the stage to show my swollen privates off to the crowd. This time I don’t even have panties to provide any shred of decency as they spread my thighs wide to give everyone a close-up of my wet vagina. I close my eyes, feeling the heat rises from my breasts to my cheeks in a bright red blush. My mortification washes over me in pulsing waves of heat as my pounding pulse in part drowns out the crowd. Three sharp open-handed smacks land square on my puss snapping me back to reality. The crowd laughs uproariously as Eddie admonished me. “Have some decency Tina! At least open your eyes and smile at your adoring fans!” I look down between my legs at the customers who seem to have decided the thing to do is to take a selfie with my puss in the background. I wait helplessly for Eddie to decide to put me down. Instead, Silvia steps in front of me and Eddie starts announcing again. “My Daddy always said there were two kinds of girls….” Eddie booms out in his best Master-of-Ceremonies voice. “Those that spit and those that swallow” he continues on. “But in my line of work, I’ve come to find out that that is not the only thing that sets girls apart….” I feel the familiar onset of my body starting to hyperventilate as I listen with the audience, trying to understand where Eddie is going with his story and what new molestation it will lead to. The bar is silent in excited anticipation and Ed milks this by pausing an excessive amount of time for dramatic effect. “You see there are two kinds of girls in this world folks… those that spit and those that swallow, but also those that squirt and those that don’t! Tonight the lovely Silvia is gonna help us find out which kind our cute little Tina is!” I swivel my head to look at Silvia, not understanding what Eddie’s proclamation means for me. With her back to the crowd, Silv mouths a silent “Sorry Tina” which lets me know that whatever is coming isn’t good for me. Then she turns and flourishes something blue in front of the crowd. I struggle in Eddie and Phil’s arms and then freeze in fear as I see that the blue thing was a latex cleaning glove that Silv is now wearing on her right hand. said he likes anybody who will pet him.. "Oh my God Fatima! I had known Macie for so long. As her father continued to plow her twat, Beatrice's couldn't help but think of her brother. But we do need hot to make sure she gets a couple things from Silv, you, boobs and I to open along some of the more bawdy gifts she’ll no doubt get from the club and her customers…” “what’s say you and I do a little shopping before we hit the club. “I’m sorry, are they friends of yours? Before she knew what was happening, Karen was sitting back on her heels sliding up Lara's body. Several pairs of ears perked up. David began pumping her rough and firm causing her to crunch up from the pushing and causing her fists to clench hard in pain. I let her lick this time and she says I don’t want to sexy feel sad anymore so let’s watch a scary movie, I tell her I don’t really like them and she says neither does she so we can hold each other so we won’t be scared. Also the indian question about dance me having any children comes to my mind. "I was told there was some other contact too."