But I don't want them. I want you." Why?"She took a deep breath. "Because you convinced me that I was special. That I could do anything, or be anyone ... wanted to be."There was love in her eyes. It scared me.She had obviously been planning this for quite some time. All those years ago, I had noticed that sometimes she went out of her way to talk to me or stand close together. She paid more attention to me than her classmates sometimes. I was convinced that it was just a young girl's infatuation. Luckily I had done some reading in a Women's Studies course about 'cry-gasms' and how they relate not to sadness but to the relief of pressure. Otherwise I would probably have had the typical response that most men have to a crying woman, wanting to solve the problem by stopping what was assumedly hurting her In order to get her to stop.Instead I simply held her. When the worst of the shaking was over I left to explore the rest of the room, found her bathroom, and after cleaning myself I. She was seeing it for the first time standing hard pointing upwards. Chotu took Saira’s soft hands and kissed on her palms and slowly placed them around his cock and showed her how to stoke the cock. Siara slowly stroked it as if it is a fragile toy. Chotu caressed her soft ass .he slowly pulled he tracks down .she suddenly stopped her work and tried to pull it back but Chotu was determined “I am not wearing my shorts I am showing everything to you …we will not play it again if you don’t let me. " Did Master wish to inspect me?" Julie asked once we were outside. Her words in that sweet lilting voice just melted my heart. " Where? ". Richard asked a little hastily. " I can kneel in the back of my car. No one else will see." She pressed a button on her key ring and the lights began to flash on a largeblack BMW. I started toward the car eager to see our new toy unwrapped. Richardput a hand on my shoulder restraining me. " It can wait until next time ." Richard said coldly. " Did I.