.What can be more degrading for a man to be strapped in like that,dressed in frilly, hot-pink lingerie, stockings, corset, heels, wig,whorish glitteri...g makeup, still reeling from the memories of you beingtaken here dressed like that, riding in the car, led on a leash though acrowded fetish club, laughs, cat calls, and hands, hands, hands...What can be more humiliating than having your wife, dressed in normalstreet clothing, taking pictures and filming you on her phone, as twohuge cocks slowly. One day I was online and I got a message through myspace and said, ”hey its Anna, you were my first boyfriend, do you remember me?” at this time I was a little puzzled and thinking who it was because I didn’t remember. I started to look at some of her pictures of her and she was HOT, she had dark brown hair, glowing green eyes and a skinny figure with real big tits, she was smoking hot, better then half the girls in my school. I messaged her back and told a little “white lie” and said “ Hell. Preeti was my senior in college. We occasionally talked in college, but it was never beyond that. I had a huge crush on her but never dared to speak freely to her as she was my senior. After 5 years out of college and being from the same hometown, I mustered some courage and went and sat next to her.The ever-smiling and beautiful Preeti was equally surprised to see me, and we started talking. She was also working in Bangalore for 5 years. We realized we were staying close by, I.e., 2 apartment. My whole pussy glistened with anticipation. With my fingers I pulled the labia apart and gasped, “Oh my, you’re so wet baby!” I slowly caressed my clit for a moment, teasing, and rubbing it, as two fingers of my other hand slid deep inside the hole. My whole body began to tremble with excitement. I closed my eyes and fantasized once again about Michael. I whispered, “Oh Michael wish you were here fucking me.”I slid one finger, then two, and after a moment four fingers inside, pumping them in.