Indian Sex

It had started like any other day. At the appointed time to serve her, I followed my mistress into the chamber where she told me

Well to say, this would be totally untrue for most of you because this isn’t a story, it’s my life. But at best I wanted

“I'll stop if you will.” Her hand was still clamped down on my dick, moving the foreskin lightly over and back across the head. I

“Oh, don’t go there!” my friend, Bhupen told me. “It is a terrible place.””How do you know?” I asked.”My father served there for five years,”