His hand slapping at my tits. I gasped around his cock in surprise. But nodded again. He hit the back of my throat and held still, I gagged around him... He pulled back and I breathed in, my hold tightened over the cage's frame. His hand came down to slap at my tits again, he caught my left nipple in a pinch and held it. Twisting it. My balance writhed in his hold. I was slipping. He then went on to fuck my mouth, the thrusts came fast and harder still. His breath lost its rhythm as mine. I knew. I saw him across the room and walked up to him immediately and said hi and soon we were talking and flirting. Ten minutes later we were in a taxi and heading back to my place. I won't get into all the sexual details and that's not what this story is about anyway. But I'll tell you how it all felt to me. "Jamal" had a big dick - 9.5 inches and when I got down on my knees and pulled down his pants and I saw that black monster for the first time, I felt a rush of sexual thrill run through my body. Rajendra K was 12 years older than Gayatri. He was a businessman, politician and social worker. He was graduated in political science and was living in this small village with his old parents, wife and 2 daughters.Though he was the most respected person in that area, he had extra-marital relation with 2 ladies in other villages. He was a kind of playboy. He was 5.8 feet tall, wheatish, round cheerful face and a small mustache. He and Gayatri became friends and he helped Gayatri in getting funds. As we kissed, a spark ignited between us, and the kiss grew more intense. Our mouths opened, and our lips moved wetly over each other. Our tongues began to explore each other's mouths, relishing the soft warm wetness. The butterflies inside my stomach had caught on fire, and the warmth was moving through my body, igniting my passion. I wanted her. Badly.Anne broke the kiss, and looked around, then whispered to me that we should go back to her room. I don't even remember the walk back, but it.