Looking over her shoulder she was rewarded with a huge grin. Her guy let his hand lightly brush her cheek. “As amazing as she looks, you won’t be...ieve how she feels.” He let his hand lightly run along her back. Her skin got goose-bumps with his touch. He nodded to Mr. Blond who let his hand glide over her, gently brushing her ribs and stopping at her hip. Mr. Brown reached out to touch her and was surprised with a sharp rebuke. “Only when I say.” He pulled back surprised. “Gentlemen, this is. Frankly, not too many guys would waste their time chasing a girl like fatty Ayesha. She always giggles throughout the day with me and frankly, would never have imagined in her wildest dreams that a handsome guy like me would even want to fuck a plain, stocky girl like her.But I was getting desperate to squeeze her ample buttocks in my palms, suck her breasts and bite those teeny lips and then give her a royal fuck. So one day I decided to throw my charms in her direction. I invited her for a. ? So I settled for self-bondage. Ofcourse, self-bondage does have limitations, and as much as I could give myselfa certain feeling of restraint, there was always a limit to what could be done.? On the other hand, you were able to stopanytime you liked. The night that my little secret became notso secret started out no different than any other night. I had just gone tobed, the feel of the sheet on my naked body wonderful.? I had given myself some wonderful orgasmswith my trusty magic wand just. I asked Chas what he was hearing from the guys and he was just vague (and Chas was never vague about anything). It was around this time that a large group of our friends started weekending outside the city (this is a true story so I’m not going to say where…or is it, could what you are about to read really be true?). For several months, it was actually nice; Chas and I got to spend more time together and I felt we were entering a new phase of our relationship, a deeper connection. Well, it.