Mjhey acha lagta tha k koi mere nakhrey othaey is baat say badh ker mere dil main kahen na kahen andar yeh shoq bhi paida hota tha k main kam az kam a...k din larkee ki dress pehn ker larkee ki tarah aisey guzaron k koiMjhey pehchan na sakey k main larka hon bas apney isi shoq ki wajah say main ahista ahista mirc per chating kerna start howa starting mai to main larkion ko he dhondhta raha laiken jaab larkian nahe milin to time pass kerney k liye main larkon say bat cheet kerney laga, larkey. What was she to do? She wanted to run out of the room but she figured that would be unwise. She had to find something and she had about three months to do so. Maybe her webcam Master would have ideas. Maybe she could... no, that would be too weird and scary. But wait, she was already taking orders from him and flaunting her naked self on a daily basis, and she was sitting in her VP's office, with a plug in her butt, getting a pink slip.By the time they were done, they had been escorted out of. She was very disappointed when she lost.I said, "Get over it Babe, you're a girl. You're not supposed to win."It became a tradition. We would arm-wrestle every year on our anniversary (for eight years now). And every year she would detest losing.As I said, she's a big girl, tall and lean with small breasts and great legs-- the athletic type, my type. She's basically a knockout, with long, beautiful jet-black hair.We had a very good sex life. We were experimental for a while. We tried numerous. ..."I want you." I wanted him just as much. My hard cock was pressed between us. Rubbing against his smooth pale skin.I wanted to give him the choice of position. I didn't know if he had a preference. Put the ball in his court."Lay down for me, Martine."He lay on his back in the middle of his bed.Raised his knees.Spread his legs. Then he put a hand round his cock and balls and moved them up.....exposing round jewel where his asshole should be. Maybe an inch across. It was the end of a.