He is unused to brazen displays of this kind from a slave. Clearly he is intrigued by me. I reach back and spread the lips of my pussy; showing him it... beauty. I then toss my hair forward and bow my head. I feel his palms firmly grasp my hips. I sample my handiwork now as his entire length slides smoothly into me. I have obviously performed my task well for his cock fills me snugly. I purr and arch my back; allowing him to penetrate me deeply. I feel his hands rubbing my back and he holds my. He walked into the musicshop "Manabes' Corner".The door chimed as he opened and faint soft rock played in thebackground. He looked at the keyboards, the drums, the guitars... hewas attracted to the guitars. He felt one."Heloooooooo there young man! Can I introduce you in any of our fineguitars? Rickenbacker 4001 Bass, Gibson EB0 1961 model? How about theflying V!? Or perhaps the Chaos 4006... no wait, that's on always awayfor a young girl's birthday" the enthusiastic salesman everybody wantsto. I was excited and tried to fold my legs in an ecstasy. But she was totally resting her fleshy body on my legs so I couldn’t move.She grabbed my cock firmly with her right hand and pulled my foreskin all the way down in a jerk. Being a virgin, it hurt me but aunt didn’t care.Aunt rolled her tongue over my cock’s shining head to collect all the precum there and stared in my eyes proudly. I tried to encourage her by grabbing her hairs falling all over her and let her suck it. But right then, she. "Hey, you're not supposed to be up here," John complained."Aw, I was expecting a king size bed," I said with a pout. I rolling over and looking at him while raising one knee and running my bare foot up my leg. This had the effect of pushing the hem of my dress up, gathering it in my lap."I don't have room for a king," replied John while getting a very good look at my panties. "But I thought size didn't matter." Sorry," I chuckled, "size matters." Looking at his swim trunks I had a good idea.