Both of her hands slapped to her head.”Oh God! Please Raj…..” She stammered as she took another step forward. Completely forgetting about her ro...e as it fell open. I could see most of her tits, but the robe still covered the nipples. “I’ll do anything if you won’t tell your father!”She had real tears forming in her eyes as she stood before me with this incredulous look on her face.I couldn’t help but let my eyes drift from hers down to her mostly exposed breasts, then down to her muff, then. For a bit of modesty when practicing Ialso wore the grey skirt, and by the time of dress rehearsal strollingaround in the heels was not a problem. This was when Mum gave me aproper surprise, presenting me with a bra and knickers to wear duringthe play, something I had not really thought about prior to thatmoment.She also threw in the use of depilatory cream on my legs a couple ofdays before the performance, and my claims that the previous practicingshowed that it was not necessary were deemed. Ramming that ass hole was pure bliss. It was so damned tight and she kept fucking back to get more cock up her ass hole. I reached around and freed her tits. I pinched her nipples as hard as I could and she screamed and begged for more. "I'm fucking cumming Master. Oh damn, I'm cumming so fucking hard." I twisted her clit with my strong fingers and again she screamed. And kept creaming on herself and into her cut-offs. The first time is always a quickie for me. If they want more they will let. It was just one of hundreds of moments we experience as we progress. Like my first porn magazine, first porn movie, first kiss, first blow job, or first fuck, all extremely important, events that make you a man, but these events lend no insight into just what kind of man you will become, at least that's the way it worked out for me. Like the time I joined the Navy and showered with other men for the first time. That first night at boot camp I didn't give it to much thought. I was to tired or to.