We made small talk, asking what we'd been up to etc.....but we weren't going to stay for pudding. It was quite clear that we both wanted to shag like ...abbits and you could sense the sexual anticipation. As we left the restaurant it was a foggy night, and she pointed out to me that I couldn't possibly go home to South West London. I had an urge to bend her over a car in the street and lift her skirt up, but managed to control myself. We eventually got to her front door, and she invited me in. As. Growing up and even now, I find myself looking to please people and defer to others cause I've always found making decisions for myself difficult and scary. In most every relationship I've found myself in I've been the bottom, serving someone superior to me, a total omega. Adding to all this my conflicted sexuality in feeling feminine yet trapped in a horrid male body. I've always seen fit to stay in shape as I've figured if I must make do with this male exterior I might as well treat it well. She said,” jis dost ke yahan mujhe rehna tha, usne he bataya, ki agar gaand me le rahi ho to bahut tel dalna, warna mazaa nahin ayega” I asked her,”tumhari dost ka naam kya hai” she said,”Kalyani, bahut sundar hai woh, uske peeche to bahut ladke ghoomte hein, uska boyfriend bhi hai, woh hamesha uski gaand me hi karta hai, to usko abhi bahut experience ho gaya hai”So I decided not to use the Vaseline. I positioned her at the right height for my dick to slide in and put my head at the opening of. Again, he drew back as the tearful body turned once more… Thwack, the leather struck across the soft and hidden breast, the body twitched hard jerking and swinging like a puppet on elastic. It was the half way point, they both knew that! He swung again, the target her rump, the first cut had left a purple welt, the second struck parallel, with a slap that marked the soft and overweight bum with a second stinging red line. He saw her head swinging about as if to clear her head, he could see she.