One day she called me that she would like to buy something from Karol Bagh and my office was near by so I have given a company to her, but she didn’... get what she need. Slowly, we started talking and one day her husband was going out of Delhi so she planned to meet me as I pretend to be palm-reader and she want to know about my past relationship. She told me that we will meet outside but no her plan was to invite me at home. I reached home at 5PM and her son was not at home. We chit-chat for. He sat me down on his bed and began to put his hand between my legs and started rubbing my PUSSY, the way I did every night. But the way he was doing it felt wayyyyyy better! He used his pointer to rub circles around the little lump right above my PUSSY, and I felt those volts of electric energy shoot up my body and reside in my tingling boobs. My little nipples started getting hard as my father twirled his finger around that little lump. My hands grabbed at his back as he fingered me. Clawing. As soon as we reached his house, he locked the door and he undressed and standing naked with erect dick. Then he removed my dresses and looking at my little boobs. This is the first time he is seeing my boobs and said you are having good pair of boobs and ass.I hesitate. He is hugging me tightly and licking my lips. He moved hands down and pressing boobs and pulling the nipples out. I’m excited with his hands on my boobs. He then hug me tightly and licking my lips. His hands are pressing my. “What are you?”“I’m a filthy little boy-slut, Miss,” Ben stuttered, going red with embarrassment but loving it at the same time.“And what do you want right now, little boy-slut?”“I... I want your husband to fuck me like a whore.”Ben’s cock jumped with the filth spewing from his mouth.“Oh, such dirty words coming out of your mouth. I think we might need to put the gag in it again.”“One more thing before you do, love,” Patrick said to his wife as she reached for her soggy panties on the floor..