You have been staring at my back side every day in class. I think you have been lustful. Am I right? Do you want to see my ass? Are you thinking about...fucking me? Do you want to put your cock in me? Do you want to fill me with your boy butter? Pumping your young seed into your friend's mother's cunt? Your Sunday school teacher's cunt? Right here in the church?"As she spoke she seemed to get naughtier with her words. Nasty seemed to be the goal of her mind. She began to take her clothes off. Thwack!... Thwack!? Jodi’s head rears back, twists as she grunts, groans through the muffling shop rag. Her breasts sear with pain, stretched, pinched, her legs burn, the ropes tightening, tugging as she hangs, sways off from the end of the rack, her breath knocked from her lungs. The hose tears into her sweat drenched flesh, each lashing leaving red welts marred with a grimy blackish colored stain from the worn out black rubber hose. ?Spread ‘em, spread those tits!? Roy. “Surprise for you Roger, do you like my cock? I know Sarah does because I showed her last week when we were making these arrangements. Did she tell you about it? She had it in her hand at the same time I showed her my tits and I was immediately fully erect for her. She told me that she wanted to blow me while you watched.”Max as is his real name is almost as long as Roger but not quite as thick and very erect. His shaved cock with good tits above is visually very exciting for me.“Want me to. .?” I asked, confused.”Oh yes, Bob” Nikki purred. “We’ll just have to be discreet about it.”Thus began my lifelong connection with forbidden fruit. I suppose one’s early sexual experiences set the pattern for what turns one on, and to this day I love small tits (like Nikki’s), redheads and most of all the thrill of sneaking with another man’s wife (Nikki was ostensibly in a relationship with Tom Forbes, a college boy, Methodist and Eagle Scout who her mom Bertha wholeheartedly approved of.)So.