I also had my black wig on. It wastied into two ponytails with red ribbons. I was wearing pale make upwhich was offset by my scarlet lipstick and fi...gernails or ratherfingernail extensions. I was wearing 6 inch black wedge platform shoes.Mum had coached me in how to walk in them advising me to take smallersteps and keep more upright with my shoulders back like I was showing offmy breasts. She coached me in going up and downstairs and told me to becareful standing up after putting my shoes. Somehow, this becomes even more concentrated over the internet, when they can make up whatever the hell they want. So I saw a lot of internet fights over who did who and while seeing what. And it exposed me to a bewildering little facet of the universe called BDSM, which fascinated and horrified me at the same time. After having been introduced to such a thing, I naturally did a Google images search and promptly scarred myself for life. BDSM is not very well portrayed in the media. And if it. So naughty.The heat melted into my cunt full of his fingers. My eyes squeezed shut as he plundered my rectum. His fingers pressed deep into me. I gasped and moaned, my voice echoing through the boy's locker room. We could get caught at any moment.Wonderful.This naughty delight surged through me. He fucked his tongue in and out of my asshole, stimulating me. It mixed with the silky friction of his fingers in my twat. He buried so deep into me, making my nubile body tremble.“Daddy!” I squealed. I said it in a sarcastic tone, so either her hands were really cold or she was horny as she did indeed hold it. Her hands were much smaller than mine and looked tiny wrapped around my throbbing penis. After a little while of just holding it she started playing with it. Almost as if she was a toddler playing with a new toy. I decided that this was the chance for me to get my first contact with a tit. I reached out with my hand and gently squeezed it. It felt so good, so soft, so amazing. She.