" But Mother, these people are so low class. They are so below us. Look at them! They look unclean. I don't even want to swim in the same ocean with t...em."Kerstin Forster was not remotely concerned about who else may have heard her conversation with her mother. Discretion, to Kerstin, only pertained to dealings with her own kind, not to these people. And, sadly, there were more than a handful of "these people" that did hear those words. There was just enough pride among that group that Kerstin. She had obviously showered during the previous half hour, as her hair was still damp. She was wearing a sheer white robe that barely reached past her crotch. She had white mules on her feet, with a three-inch heel and little puffs of white on the single straps that ran across her feet. The added height of the slippers made her about an inch taller than myself and she seemed to tower above me as she stepped up close to me.She ran her hand down my cheek and smiled as she spoke, "Well, well,. First gently, but when I realized that she didn’t hear me, more forcefully. The music stopped and yelled, “Go away, angry man!” The trombone started playing again, and I could almost hear her dancing to her own music. “It’s me! Let me in!” I yelled in slight panic. The music stopped. “Oh! Hang on!” She opened the door, her instrument in one hand, and with the other she pulled me into the room, and I landed right in her arms. Just before I was swallowed by her big hug, I looked into her massive. I could his jizz wetting my pussy. Then he took his cock and started probing for my hole. His hard cock slid easily inside me. He told me to slide up and down his shaft. I was trying not to show that I was enjoying it and it seemed the more I acted like I didn't want it the more he liked it. I could feel he was getting ready to cum and I was trying to control myself. Just as I was starting to cum but not showing it to him he pushed me up and off him pulling my head down toward his cock. He.