He was breathing heavily as he pushed inside me, one, two, three insertions and his sperm was flowing down my inner thigh, thick, globular and yellowi...h, a sure indication it had been contained in his ball sack for a long time, and now being released on the hostess, he had relished since his arrival and noted my slutty dress sense, a great conclusion to his night.I stood bent over the counter top in a semi-stupor, half asleep and not too sure what was happening, when he started again, this time. .it was a different feeling and she slowly started to stroke my cock up from the and down to my balls"hmmmm that feels good ma'am"i moaned.."hmmmm the bitchy boy likes it"and gave a slap and told"CALL ME SHREYA u bitchy" and started to increase the speed..doing so she told"this is how u must masturbate bitchy boy" He couldn't take the pleasure"ma'am i'm feeling some what tingly in there" "OH the bitchy boy is about to cum for the first time"and she stopped.."shreya pls do it pls pls"i begged. Almost the entire morning was spent in Kim’s bed. There were times when we cuddled and chatted quietly, and there were times when we fell silent and slowly strengthened the renewed intimacy which was developing between us. When hunger finally forced us from the bed, we both remained topless as Kim made coffee and heated small personal pepperoni pizzas for lunch. As we ate, I kept thinking of the many times in college, either in her apartment or in mine, when we would be topless or naked,. I opened my bag and pulled out my outfit. I sighed to myself and with ashrug, began to change. Jools, at her obstinate best, had practicallyordered me to wear my new leather jacket and matching trousers. Withsome effort, I pulled on the tight trousers over a pair of sheer darktights. Under the leather jacket, I was wearing a sleeveless white vesttop. It was both short and low-cut. A pair of shiny black high-heeledpumps completed the ensemble. I viewed myself in the full-length mirrorand sighed..