The humiliation, the outfits, the chastity, I was so beside myself I wanted to burst like a piece of popcorn."Please, this...this..." This is torture,...hon. And I know you're getting off on it just like I am, except the difference is I can't let you cum. Like I said, orgasms are the key, the epicenter of my control. The chastity device is just my means to your orgasm-deprived end. Be glad I'm talking about milking you. At least then you get some measure of pleasure, but it's mostly just to clean. Lisa remembered hearing that black people tended to be more physical, more touchy-feely, so she stayed in place, her elbows touching their stomachs, trying to disregard her uneasiness."An' to a real pretty lady!" the tall one said, clinking his bottle hers again. They all took another long pull.Then the tall garbage man reached out and took a handful of the front of Lisa's teddy. Pulling it up he said, "Tha's some real nice outfit. Wha's that made of?" Oh, uh," Lisa started, aware that with her. To wo boli ki tu to bahut bada ho gaya hai apni bhhabhi ki gand marna chahta hai jara dikhu to to meri gand marne layak hai bhi ya nahi..jara dikha to apna lund. to main bola ki aap khud hi dekh lo to unhone meri lower utari or mera lund dekh kar boli ki tu to sach main hi bada ho gaya hai itna bada lund kahan chupa ke rakha tha ise to main jaroor apni gand main lungi.maine ye sunte hi unke hoto pe kiss karna start kar diya kya rasile hoot the or unke boobs dabane shuru kar diye.Kaafi der hum. They chatted throughout and Amber could feel Jackson’s eyes rolling over her body when she was watching the screen, she wanted to make a move. She turned to face him and looked into his eyes; she could tell he was feeling frisky too. The way his eyes bored into her turned her on so much. And then it happened. Jackson took her face in his hands and kissed her. His lips were forceful, his tongue was inside her mouth, Amber was whimpering in delight. She kissed back, as he pushed his tongue into.