Slave: Jay summoned me to the library. When I came in he ordered me to kneel down. He took my hair in his fist and pulled my head back. He had his coc... out and he told me to open my mouth, wide … Is this what you want?Master: Keep going, bitch. You’ll know if I’m not getting what I want. She’s sliding her hands up and down his shaft, slow but firm and tight, and he can see her nipples, stiff and dark through her tunic. Slave: Jay put one hand against the wall behind me. He was pulling my hair. And the same response I get every single time. 'Haha... That is one small dick boy. I don't think we should even call it a dick. Mine was bigger than that when I was 10'I just kept staring down at the floor. He came up and started pinching my nipples and squeezing my man-boobs. All I did was squeal and moan like the bitch I am. He seemed to like that and pinched them harder and I squealed louder. 'Get down on your knees boy'I did and my face was less than a foot from his crotch. He grabbed me. Meine usska bra ko unhook kiya aur usske bade russdar doodh ko pehne laga . Aisa lagh raha tha ki rakshas ko amrit mill gaya ho . Mein usski boobs ko bite karr raha tha .Shruti : uhhhh….. Dard ho raha hi …. Thoda slowly ji ….. Please .Meine usske mulayam gaal peh ek jordaar thappd mara aur bola , muh bandh . Aur mein aur joor se choos ne laga .Phir usska white panty ko niche kiya , toh usske chut se ek anokha perfume ka smell aaya . Bahut manmohak smell tha . Lagraha tha ki jahanum ka jannat ke. It seemed, in Australia at least, nail salons were universal, no matterwhich city you were in.Scores of petite Asian women speaking to each other loudly in mandarin,occasionally laughing raucously. Once upon a time, paranoid little lambthat I was, I would think they were talking about me, laughing at me.They can tell; I would internalize and fret.But not from my hands they couldn't.Whilst not exactly dainty they were delicate enough. My skin soft andunblemished.Size 7 surgical gloves were amply.