Since then I’ve had it in my head that you're dissatisfied with my dick. And since you’ve been much less receptive to me over the past couple of y...ars, I've assumed that my little dick doesn’t turn you on enough. Tell me the truth, Diana, is my little dick a big disappointment for you?”Diana seemed stunned by my very candid reminder of the past and my point-blank question about my dick. She was clearly on the defensive and stammered as she replied in a way that didn’t really answer the. Her lips grazed the vine tattoo on my pubic mound. It marked my proficiency in the sexual arts. It was the most fleeting of all the arts, but one I thoroughly enjoyed practicing.Her lips kissed around my pubic mound and down the sides of my pussy, nibbling on my plump vulva. Her tongue flicked out, gathering cum and pussy juices staining my flesh. I whimpered, tingles racing to my snatch, my labia quivering, wanting to be touched, to be played with.She kissed closer and closer to my pussy,. Now let me continue with the concluding part of my previous story. We laid on the bed for some time, Karan was over me. I was a happy woman by the time yet horny. Karan kissed my face and lips while rubbing my pussy. By the time all my hesitation was gone and I made my mind to enjoy the time with Karan who had been so lovely with me on the bed. I hold his dick, it was soft and weak. I was rubbing, squeezing his dick and balls. Those were the balls making much of the sound while Karan fucking me. When they got to his workshop, they could see six plain-looking metal boxes sitting in a row on one of the benches. The boxes were all 40cm long by 30cm wide and 15cm deep.The girls noticed that each box appeared to be made from a different precious metal. Each box had a symbol from one of the six main disciplines etched into the lid.The platinum box had an open book on it and the titanium one a flaming torch. The gold box had a leaf, and the silver box had a fluffy cloud. The Steel box had a.