He saw an area on the lawn that was roped off. The soccer coach teacher was already there, unpacking a box, a huge esky by his side.He rushed down to ...he trailer, shaking his head. Mr Hanson! He was the last person in the world that Chris had expected to see today. When Mr Hanson saw him, he came over and shook Chris's hand. "Chris, how are you?" Mr Hanson! Thank you for coming." Oh no, Chris, I'm just Michael today," he said, pointing to a badge on his chest that said "Michael". "We're just a. Little one?? You ask. Nodding my head I bite my lip and close my eyes, preparing for the pain.Quickly You remove the ropes and grasp me by the shoulders, straightening my back. Your hands wrap around me and grasp the pins on my tits. ?Ready girl?? You ask. ?Yes Master? comes my shaky reply. Fresh, excruciating pain shoots through my tits as the blood rushes back into my nipples. Your hands move quickly now, removing the pins fromm my clit and then my inner labia. Finally You release. I then became her guilty pleasure.First of all, let me describe myself. I am of average height with a muscular body frame. I am fair, have greenish eyes, and a reddish light beard. Living in India has made me quite fluent in Hindi, although I speak it a little differently.All the incidents took place about 6 years back when I was a student. The heroine of the story is Gurpreet Kaur (name changed), a Sikh girl, my batchmate. At the time, Gurpreet was a busty girl who used to wear tight jeans and. It is hard to do because it is so large, but I manage to get it into my throat and I start bobbing up and down on his big black cock. I move my body more parallel to his and get between his legs so could try to get more of him into my mouth. I only manage to take half of him but I want to have it all. I take short breaths of air when I can and keep trying to force more and more of him deeper into my throat. Three-quarters of his glorious meat is in my mouth and he is breathing very heavily. .