After a few paragraphs of telling you what I used to be like, I'll be getting rattled more than a baby's new toy. I was proud my Asian roots as I was ...bout being British. There is nothing better than South Asian cuisine, the glitz of Bollywood and our beliefs and spiritualism. However, I like living my life as a blend of East and West. So it was natural that I fell in love with a handsome white Brit called Toby. We met in the university library and have been pretty much inseparable ever since.. Honestly, it usually isn’t my kind of kink. My box of porno holds the erotic viewing pleasure of sexy MILF’s, innocently curious co-eds, blond nurses, and redheaded teachers looking for a dad to bend her over the desk. No S&M, no leather or bondage, golden showers, gangbangs, or feet fetishes. I’m vanilla with a twist of lemon (for the zing) kind of guy. But hey, even nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually. "Yes, isn't it," she said as she took my hand and moved it up to her breast.My heart skipped at least a couple of hundred beats when my hand was full of her breast. I was so surprised by her action that I couldn't make myself to remove my hand, and at the same time I clearly observed that she didn't wear any bra, that her breast was small, firm and crowned by a stiff nipple which stuck hotly into the palm of my hand."What? Don't you know what to do with a breast? Even that little man there. He hit her hard and the slap of leather against skin sounded loud in the small room. When the glove bounced back, he saw her head rock on her neck. She wasn't smiling now. She put her gloves up to protect her face from a third blow. He drove his left hard into her gut.She grunted loudly as the wind was driven from her lungs but kept her hands in front of her face. He followed immediately with a combination to the body, a right to her upper abdomen and a left into the ribs on her right side..