.. you need to be punished ... get over here!”“Yes Miss,” he quickly responded, the naïveté behind his gaze was soon replaced by a rabid hunge....Mihara had no desire to hurt him – emotionally or physically – she wished only to use Theodore’s willingness to learn and his body to fulfill her every desire. That goddamn body was like a purpose built pleasure machine and his eyes were so full of overwhelmingly coy sincerity.He was addictive and she’d only had a taste – she needed a full hit!Theodore. And then I heard the sound of latch opening and boom! She opened the door, and we looked at each other. She was looking gorgeous in her yellow Punjabi dress. Her hair was tied up, and her golden earrings twinkling.She had a shy smile on her face, and we both we quite nervous. She invited me in, asked to have a place on the sofa. She got me some water like a typical Indian lady. I asked her to get relaxed and not be so formal. She sat opposite to me and had some normal chats about how was the. Renewed efforts against her tits and a lithe hand touching her clit sent her over the edge and she moaned her pleasure against a squirting cock. She swallowed another load of cum and barely had time to lick her lips before a small cock was placed against her lips.She opened her eyes to see a guy barely 18 and sort of under-developed. Well she wasn't one to exclude a guy because of the size of his cock, it was all cock to her. As her pussy was being pounded harder she devoured this small cock. Especially when you take in the context of making lovelike we did." Carol hugged me, and we went inside.Dr. Welles was a little amused by our story, and said that wasa reaction some couples did experience. "How did you likewearing them, Don?" she asked. "It was strange at first, Iguess, but then it made me feel good when I realized that menand women weren't all that different. Beside, they are morecomfortable than jockey shorts." I felt myself blush when I saidthat, but she said, "It just shows.