After school, I went straight to the gym and afterwards I received another good fucking by Jimmy.I again was met with taunts by the same group of blac... kids as I walked to my bus.This time they started chanting a song; that was directed at me.“There goes the squirrel, who likes munching on nuts.”“Slut, slut, slut; just thinking of cum.”“In her mouth and down her throat; yum, yum, yum.”“She ain’t happy with just one.”“Nigga, nigga; nigga cock crave white slut.”This made me mad and I flipped them. You roll your hands around to my inner thighs and gently push them back to reveal my naked pussy staring at you. You slide my short, black skirt up slightly to increase your view. Ooooh yes! - there's Miss Juicy and she is moist and swollen, waiting and wanting. You scoot me back further and draw my legs up so that my sleek, black heels are propped on the table. With your fingers you spread her lips open and feel her wetness waiting, just on the outside of my pussy. As you slip your fingers. I just could not control myself and made love to Kalyani for the whole night. She was aslo aroused and we had a hot passionate night. The next day (or should i say night) kalyani told me the remaining part of her adventure. Lets hear it in her words: After that incidence I never saw rahul Sir again. I had no contact with him either. Right or wrong, the experience with will always be cherished in my mind. He was gentleman enough to keep my virginity intact. So after I met him at the class. Lately, the weekly grind of beautifying myself for the benefit of being pawed by some sexual Neanderthal has paled as all I’ve really wanted was a bit of attention, a little tender loving care and perhaps a soupcon of devotion. Perhaps I’m suffering from some mutated form of Stockholm Syndrome; just another spoilt, unloved little rich girl desperate to fall head over heels in love with her rough, tough, sadistic captor or maybe I’m losing myself in a delusional fantasy world where even the.