Meri sch me apni friends se hamesha ye hi baat hoti thi ki sex kese hota h kesi feelings aati h n kese kiya jaata h .Pr haaye re kismat ek to girls sc... me or fir ghar jese jail me.Pr ek din to meraa naseeb or ang dono chamak gaya jab mere ghar naya kiraayedaar aaya .Wese to humaare ghar me jawaan ladkiyo k chalte koi jawaan kinwaare akele mard ko rehne nahi dete the . Par vo itnaa seedha saadha bandha tha ki 25 ki umar me 5 saal k bache jesi maasomiyat or cuteness lekar chaltaa tha . Mene. What’s happened after that was, she was teasing me for sex, she said to me later.She kept her hand back of my neck. She pushed my mouth between her boobs pushing me in tightly and kept those cubes. I was not able to shout and she was so close that my bunty was rubbing her navel and I was enjoying it. And she was also moving.Now my bunty was rubbing all over her navel and her nipples touched my cheeks. I was not able to control so I grabbed her boobs. She gave a sudden jerk and stopped but said. ”“Ditto Kyle.”The drive to the Orange Hill restaurant was quick and uneventful. Kyle turned his car over to the valet and helped Karen from the car. Upon checking in at the hostess podium Karen learned that Kyle had not merely made a reservation, but he had reserved the entire outside deck section of the restaurant. Dozens of hopeful diners were lined up outside the restaurant awaiting the diminished number of seats available due to Kyle’s actions.Kyle had timed his reservation to allow for. Thankfully, my male proportioned jumpsuit hid thewaist, but not the other attributes. The other inmates knew better thanto harass me in any way, but their eyes, which carefully watched me,made it clear their imaginations had filled in the blanks, or filledthem out! I was prey that remained just out of reach to them for now.Not only was I in a corset twenty-four seven, under my prison issuedjump suit I only wore sheer nylons, panties, and bras. My hair hadgrown out and I have been given a hair.