In a large group, I was in the crowd already. But withsmaller groups, I usually was in the hall or the next room. I would walkinto the room, my heel... clicking on the floor and doing my best runwaywalk. My ego was stoked by the audible gasp I usually heard from theaudience."You see, there he is, my 'Jennifer,'" Ann would narrate. "Jennifer iswearing a beautiful form-fitting, knee-length dress. She has 4" blackplatform pumps and Cuban heeled stockings. Her hair is tossed in a softcurl, just. He didn’t move inside of me, just kept me open to his wondering hands. No part of me went untouched. My shoulders, neck and ears were nibbled and caressed by his teeth, tongue and lips. Both my breasts were cupped and squeezed while his thumb and finger rolled my hardened nubs, pulling on them until they throbbed to over an inch long. When my hips started to gyrate and grind down on his hard shaft, he moved one hand slowly down my body to pin my hips against him. Talented fingers then found my. Mai jo ye story likhne ja raha hu woh meri hai kaise mujhe females ka gulam baane ka shauk tha aur kaise puri hue mere baare mai baata huMeri Umar 29 hai 5’6″ height hai, 74 kg weight hai, average built hai hairy body dark complexion hai. Mujhe phele se hi females ka gulam banane ka shauk tha, unke pairo ke talwe chatna, unki gand ko chatna, chut chatna, joWoh kahegi waise karna, unka kutta banke rehna bahut pasand tha, iske upar females ka piss yanhi unak urine pina bahut pasand tha. Meri ye. It sounded sultry and sexy. In my own ears I sounded as though I was coming on to Willie. The waiter appeared with our drinks, cognac for me, bourbon for Willie. I felt his hand on my thigh and tried to brush it away. We chatted for a while as I tried to defend my thighs from his advances."Shall we dance?"The trio that was providing the music seemed to have a repertoire of slow oldies, so dancing would be cheek to cheek. Still, I enjoy dancing and move well in heels, even dancing backwards..