She could barely breathe as she felt her body fill up. It felt so wonderful.As Don stroked himself, he witnessed his baby get bent over and what looke... like getting fucked from behind. All he saw though, was Kelly and no one else. The voice told him that he was going to enjoy making a woman out of her. Make her his sex slave. Make her always crave the touch. Then you can have her, Don. No, Don thought, this he would never do. She is so beautiful looking at him through the mirror. How can he. She showed up at last Saturday's game and it turns out she was in the last stages of cancer. My father's a doctor and got her set up in hospice. He also got an appointment with his lawyer and helped her settle her affairs. It turns out she had another girl who's now three. My father and his girlfriend agreed to take care of her and they handled that at the lawyer's, too. She went in the hospice Sunday afternoon, I talked with her for a couple of hours that night and she died overnight." Wow.. Rashmi: ji sir mujhe sharam aati hai.Mai: abhi to aap keh rahi thi ki aap bold hain aur aap kuch bhi kar sakti hainRashmi: lekin sir isme to karne wali baat hoti hai, isme poochne wali kya baat hai.Mai uska jawab sun kar hairan ho gaya aur maine piche se hi uske boobs pakad liye aur uske boobs par hath pherne laga. Woh aankhe band karke maze lene lagi. Maine uske ek boob ko pakad kar thoda jor se masal diya to who chihunk uthi aur boli sir thoda dhire dabaiye na, dard hota hai. Maine kaha dard. All of them were black. I was the village white slut.” She sucked, looked up again, her brown eyes on fire with lust, she giggled, “And i really liked that! Eventually. After i`d been fucked good, i got to crave Black cock and nothing else. ” She smiled, “I loved the men fucking me, just to get attention. I used to wiggle my ass to entice them, i was such a slut! I didn’t like the women using me, at first!” She laughed. “I was the lowest form of slave. My duties were simple, i was.