I’m still mounted on his 8 and 1/2 inch member. He walks backwards towards the bed kicking his trousers off, making me bounce slightly on his erect,...hard cock. We fall back onto the bed. I move him into a position that allows me to restrain him with the handcuffs, which I had put into place before our date. I secure him to the metal framework, kissing him passionately. I work my way down his chest, planting feather-light kisses all over him, softly and seductively. Lying at his feet, so I am. One reason was that my friend Cassie was dead set against drugs of any kind, except of course for her constant daily fixes of caffeine. And finally, as a mother I guess I just felt that I needed to set a proper example for my children, and I didn't consider smoking marijuana to be an appropriate thing for a mother to do.As Tim and I finally approached the bottom of the stairs, I checked out the rec room. It was very large and took up the whole basement except for a small furnace/laundry room. “Charmaine,” he said, “like I told you, be careful about this shit. I don’t wanna see my little sister be a web whore.”“Virgil!” I said, “you know I would never! I don’t want that, either!”The fun went on, for another month or so. Every night I’d do shit, I’d do gymnastics, naked gymnastics, or wiggle my butt for the camera. My favorite thing to do was to hump one of my stuffed animals, and that really seemed to get some of the guys off. And, I gotta admit, it felt good. Some guys kept askin’. After reading the story, whether you like it or not, share your feedback to This will help me in the future. If any girls/women in South India is interested in having fun, do mail me. I will be available to you.Coming to the story. After completing B.E like many other people, I started working in one of the reputed MNC in Bangalore. Let me first describe me. I’m 6ft tall with an athletic body having a tool that can satisfy any women. I used to work in 24/7 shift project. I didn’t want to see.