Those things were intended to be a carry all for costumes and bondage gear, as well as makeup, and so were quite fortunately oversize. We sent them ov...r empty, except for some bricks. The guards never thought to search them on the way in or out of Chinatown. I was worried that someone would wonder why those two cases weren't being kept in the women's dorm area when they came back, but the guards never thought to question it, if they even noticed.I spent a lot of time doing some late night. "Say cheese my little piss drinker!" I swallow my last mouth full and close my eyes again. There's now a video of me being pissed on and enthusiastically drinking that piss. Gasping to recover my breath, my penis starts getting hard again (the traitor that shows everything that turns me on without my control). The bitch had held in all the urine from the drinking session we had before. This is the first time I actually feel angry towards her. But I cannot show it, the punishment would be too. .. where is Ms. Moran?" Melissa asked."Oh, I'm sure she's around here somewhere," Kyle said, stroking Hillary's hair. "Did you need something from her?" I ... I just wanted to get a letter of recommendation from her for a scholarship," Melissa said. "But ... I ... I don't want to be here. I want to leave." I don't think you really know what you want, Melissa," Kyle said. "Why don't you just suck a little dick while you wait for the old bitch to show up. Hillary's doing a lousy job of it. As I slidded my penis inside her koothi for the first time, I had a fear feeling that, the foreskin of my penis was peeling off. But a few strokes inside her koothi, directly sent me to seventh heaven. I was immersed in a world of pleasure, when I was pumping my penis in and out inside her warm, wet, and soft koothi. That too in my beloved Akka’s Koothi. I was never in haste, I enjoyed every stroke of mine. Her moans were soft yet firm, like, “sss … Mmm …. Ssss …. Mmmm …. Ssss ….. Mmmm …. Ssss.