Aur dostin main bta dun ki Anjali kafi takat ke sat chusti h. To kabhi kabhi dikat bi ho jati h paar aaj mujhe koi paravah nahi thi, usne baas poori t...kat se meera lund moohm main lekar coosna shhhhhuru kar dia and aur fir main bhi uska sar pakadkar uske muhn ko chodne laga.Bar pehle hi jhar jane ki vajah se mujhe is bar kuch time laga aur amin 15-20 min bad uske hi muh main jhard gaya. Vo bhi kisi payasi randi ki tarah mera saka mooth pee gai. Maine use fir se 2 unglion se chodna shooro kar. “You found my messages in the suit—clever. You even erased it—cleverer still. But it was too late, my little toy...”Toy. Toy. She was a toy. Nothing but a plaything. She wasn’t even human any more. She wasn’t even a person ... she was just a toy. A toy to be played with, to be used and thrown away. She was a toy, but he still wasn’t playing with her. Why wasn’t he playing with his toy?The thought was immediately slapped down by a bigger, stronger thought: It is not your place to question your. Now that I knew what it was like to touch a boob and finger a pussy, I needed more of it. It didn’t really even matter what kind of girl she was, I just needed someone who would let me get in her panties.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~The next day, moments before I was about to stab myself in the throat with my protractor, Mr. Brundowski got a message that I was to report to the nurse’s office. His bushy eyebrows crowded together as he eyed me with skeptical mistrust. I hurried through the corridors,. I looked around the bar to see if anyone had seen the shot glass, but no one was paying any attention to us. Phewf!“I made this just for you,” Bill said with a teasing voice. “I can see the bra you are wearing under your shirt. Do you have panties on, too?”“Shh!” I whispered. I just stared at the shot glass of his sperm. Oh, yes, I wanted it and my cock tingled in my lacy panties under my jeans.Seeing my interest, yet hesitation, Bill insisted, “drink up, sweetie. I know you want it.” I looked.