I’m into just about anything really” “Anything? Well, I like boys like you! For the next 30 minutes you are my bitch! my slave!” she declared.... Unsure about her declaration I tried to talk to her a bit more “I don’t know about…” She cut me off putting her hand on my mouth “shut up my little bitch. You will never experience anything better, I promise” She proceeded to push me onto my back and sit on my chest. She began undressing me. Once naked she undressed herself and began to dress me in her. His cock sprung to life inside his jeans and begged to be let out. The two broke the kiss and regained their breath. It was clear that this was going to be the start of something special. Almost instinctively and without thought, he picked jenny up and put her legs around his waist, so she was straddling him. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her lips in his with a force that caused a moan to escape from her lips. Their tongues touched and danced in unison for minutes that felt like. My sister and I used to sleep next to each other but on separate beds. She was two years senior to me in age and was fully grown up. Due to restrictions in family, she could not meet any of the boys and I could make out that her youthful and voluptuous body was going waste. My thoughts started moving towards mastram stories and started thinking of taking a chance. So the mind started working. Sangeeta was about 20 years old and I am not trying to exaggerate but she was 38-25-38. Oh what a body. Two normal looking eyes, both a bright deep green. No scars around the edge of the eye socket, no faint scars on the eyelids. I lifted my hair, no scar just at the edge of the hairline. I pulled off my nightie and panties.Short and straight pubic hairs, no scars from pins and surgery on my thigh and arm. I was perfect, nothing marring my body. Not even scars on my hands, which I knew I had accumulated from a lifetime of accidents. What in the hell was happening?I went into the living room and.