I am a 22-year-old from Mumbai. My dick is 7”. I would like to be a slave of women and couples. If anyone is interested in making me your slave can ...ontact me on Coming to the story. I had posted an ad on a classified website. After some days I received a reply from a man around 35 years of age. He was married and had a girlfriend with whom he wanted to be my master.We chatted for some time and then decided to meet in the evening at a renowned hotel in Mumbai. So the name of my masters was. " Pinky returned the smile, "thank you for being my first lover." Rajesh looked into her eyes and said, "Are you ready to start fucking now?"Pinky slowly nodded, looking at Rajesh with total trust again. Rajesh used his hands to pull on her ass, lifting her hips up slowly, feeling his cock begin to exit her. Pinky moaned as she felt his cock leaving her pussy, her muscles clenching at it as her hips lifted up. When just the cock head was inside of her, he pushed down on her hips, her pussy. My shortness, my Australian accent, my almost white blonde hair, even my name. You’d think a basic white name like George Brennan would be a bit of a mission to make fun of. However they would follow me around reciting an English nursery rhyme:“Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry,When the boys came out to play,Georgie Porgie ran away.”This did hurt. It felt like my identity was stripped away and I never really recovered from it. I bounced from. I run my hand along it slowly, building the tension because I know you want me, I squeeze you tightly as I start to wank you faster and I hear you groan in appriciation. You moan that you want to fuck me, but I whisper into your ear that I want you in my mouth. Your cock twitches in my hand so I nibble and lick my way down your body, taking your balls in my hand, I lick my lips and wasting no time teasing, I plunge your length into my mouth making you gasp in shock and pleasure, pulling it out.