She got hold of my pleasure button and, on and around it, fluttered her tongue like a butterfly. I lifted up my hips and rubbed my gorge against her c...in. She mouthed up my pussy lips and chewed them as if sucking at a mango slit. I pushed more of my pussy up into her eager mouth and was seized by a tremor. O Ambe (mother goddess)..!And then she ploughed in with her tongue to enter me, but… She raised her head and wondered, “My God, you’ve not broken in yet!”“Had you, then?” I inquired in a. He doesn't consider himself handsome, or someone women would find attractive. So he doesn't have an interested in looking for someone, or dating. He spends his week like the average man, working, taking care of his home and son. While shopping at the local market one Friday he met and has become friends with an older woman named Margaret.Margaret was a Caucasian woman in her sixties. She stood about 5' 5". Her short white hair accented her blue eyes, and lips the color of a rose. She had a full. She didn’t even give him blowjobs anymore. If he had been good, once every three days Mistress Jessica would give him a dry handjob and he would spurt a very full load, which he’d have to clean up off the tiles afterwards. Given that his cock was in an almost constant state of arousal, and that Mistress Jessica wore provocative fetish outfits all hours of the day now, it was pure torture for the young Asian boy. In contrast, he was made to sexually service her even more. At least half a dozen. My heart skipped a beat. With shaking legs, I sunk into the bed and cried my heart out. After an hour of intense sobbing, I got up and decided what needed to be done must be done. But little did I know what I had to do.As Friday approached, so did my dread. At 5:30, I was ready just as asked. I stood in front of my full-length mirror for one final time to look at myself before the events that would unfold in front of me would change me forever. What I saw was a scared girl who looked so small.