“Remember what it felt like to sneak into my room and find the drawer this panty was in. I left it lying on top, I knew you’d come for something o... mine, I somehow knew you would want to think of me in a sexual way.” My mind was focused on the scene of my cock sliding along her slit, her curly red hair tickling the sensitive underside of my cock tip as it would poke out of her slit and touch the panty. Yet I remembered that day, my hand trembled as I opened the drawer. There was something. Happily for me, I was sent off to the bathroom to clean up. When I looked in the mirror I sobbed again as my bottom was just so red. I washed my face and made my way to my bedroom. I lay on my tummy on my bed for a while rubbing my bottom and getting all aroused again from the spanking; and thinking about masturbating. However, before I could masturbate there was a knock on the door, and when I called, ‘come in,’ I was surprised to see Debra walk in. “Come to gloat?” I asked, sneering. Debra. Derek rocked forward and my mouth automatically found his balls. I licked and sucked them gently, but passionately. The smell and flavor was intoxicating, I felt drunk and lost as I felt myself submit to his black cock, to his seeming power of me. I’m not sure if I knew it then, but that’s when my love of black cock started. I couldnt believe it, but I found my tongue now searching and tonguing his crack. On my knees below and under him, I licked the area behind his balls. With my hands. We generally did not work Saturdays, but she was there on one of those days and so was I – extra load and what have you. She was dressed in green and I could see her sari clinging to her shapely figure. I came and stood behind her as she was arranging some books on a higher shelf. I could see her shaved armpits and her boobs jutting out as she stretched and tried to get the books in order. Her sexy waist was exposed and son of bitch that I was, I let my arms go around her. She dropped a book on.