"Mommy, mommy! Can we go to Kids World, please?" said the little girl with a gleam in her eye.Cindy Masterson couldn't help but sigh. Her five-year-ol... daughter, Sarah loved this place too much for her taste."Honey, will you never get tired of that place?" Oh, mommy! I'm just a little girl... , ' she said giggling.It was true. Sarah was tiny, no more than forty pounds, but a very hyper forty pounds. She had short, wavy, brown hair like her mother. Her big brown eyes could melt anyone's heart;. He can'tdo this to me!She was sitting on my back and rubbing herself along my leather encasedbound arms and spanking my ass as her man was on his outstroke.I was actually enjoying the combination of pain and pleasure. I amashamed that I was enjoying this bitch slapping my ass and her manthrusting his meat inside me. I was also ashamed that I was moaning withpleasure. How embarrassing.She was continually calling me a cheap whore and a slut.She was right and that is exactly how I felt. I could. You move your hands down my back, fingers trailing, making me shiver. Your hands find the cheeks of my ass. You squeeze them, pulling me close to you.Moving back I look into your eyes. Watching your face, ceremoniously, I undo my shirt, button by button, until it is fully undone. I open it, so you can see my chest, covered in a fine mat of curly grey hair, matted against a tanned chest which has been created by a regular visit to the gym.Watching your eyes fixed on my chest I open the shirt. The story starts from here.This happened to me last year, when I was 23. Her name was Nayana who I met in bus journey. It was night journey and she was sitting next to me. When bus was moving, it was dark slowly she pulled my hand on her boobs, it was my first time so I got shocked and body was shivering. Whole night I was just pressing her boobs and she was just touching my cock over jeans. Morning v exchanges our contact numbers then our story begins. We were chatting she called to her home.