.. well if that’s what detention is like these days then I might have to enrol in night classes!” proclaimed one particularly overweight man to a ...mall circle of friends, all of whom were laughing so hard that remnants of Pringles flew from their mouths.“Here look at this...” said another, pulling his phone from his suit pocket and scrolling through the photos. “she sent it to my eldest boy last week to say well done for scoring the winning goal”.They huddled around the phone and smirked, each. Dresses and makeup were never my style, I didn't want to be a girl, I just wanted the silky feel of nylon panties on my cock.By the time I hit 23, I was living on my own in a big city and had a decent job. I also had a nice collection of panties, camisoles, and slips. I'm not gay and I don't have much trouble getting girlfriends, but I am a slave to my secret passion.So on a Sunday afternoon a few years ago, I was taking advantage of the terrible weather to stay inside and do some laundry. The. Really, I'm sorry." Don't be sorry, Mon. If you white guys don't look, you won't know what your white women crave."I didn't have a reply to that so I just kept quiet."That pretty blonde woman your wife, Mon?" Uhh, yes." I replied. I didn't want to have to explain myself to this complete stranger that the woman I was with wasn't my wife but actually my wife's sister.We finished peeing and he put his big black monster back into its cage while I put mine back into my underwear.While I was washing. Focus on parts of me. Nibble on my labia. My clit. Suck on the bud. Thrust your tongue into my depths. And don't be afraid to use your fingers. To plunge one or two or even three into me. You can fuck them out of me while sucking on my clit.”“I can do that, Mistress Lasla!”I loved how eager she was to please. She was such a delightful creature. I thrust harder into her asshole, my balls smacking into her taint. The pleasure rushed through me. It was fantastic to enjoy. I buried into her. I.