When I came back home from New York, she vowed to… ‘stomp a mud hole in that white boy’ if she ever saw him again. ‘I just don’t know what y...u see in that big lump of nothing living off a trust. I know Mr. New York City ain’t worked a day in his life! How would he have taken care of you like a man should take care of a woman playing finger paint all day long?’ She said to me as I cried my eyes out in her lap the night I got back home. ‘Mama he’s a sculptor, not a painter. And he is a good man,. The entire room was constructed from the same white marble the halls had been in, but it seemed to sparkle and shine more brightly than it had out there. A massive four poster bed with a heavy looking red duvet sat up against the wall in the middle of the room and large purple curtains hung around it. A large enough table to seat ten people was near the door and it looked to be made from some kind of very expensive wood that had been polished to an almost mirror like surface. At the far end of. ” She grabs my finger and starts sucking it like it was a dick. She steps back and starts undressing all the way down to her bra and panties. Her tits were so perky and large, her shirt did a great job hiding them. She had on these cute little boy shorts on too. She climbs on top of me and we start making out. She takes off my shirt and while we were making out I undo her bra. Her boobs fall gracefully out of her bra and there they were, so soft and natural. Her boobs grazed my chest as we kept. I even felt like removing my blouse and bra completely because of the heat in the room and also within my body. It not only made my bra wet with sweat, but also my heaving flesh was trying to as if break the shackles of my undergarment. I readily agreed to the proposal, but obviously tried not to show that. Me: Okay Master-ji, as you say, but please do it fast. I turned to the wall again and started to swing my hips like a dancer holding the wall in front of me. This time I was more eager to do.