I preferred light dish lunch and then finished my work to get back home around 5 pm. Saurabh usually comes by 6 .. so I had one hour to get fresh , pu... some nice perfumes and took off all the clothes. I was making tea, fully naked with the butt plug stuffed into my asshole and my day to day accessories like earrings, small nose rings etc.After sometime, the doorbell rang and my heartbeat skipped.. I parted the curtains and saw saurabh outside. He had keys with him, but as I knew his kinky mind. I have reminded myself even with tough times, it is better to talk to people who are your friends and know your personality I have my own way of dealing these days be friendly to every one even people who are jerks to you. My own buillying made me figure things out try to live and learn. Going on my over friendsness is now part of my own personality cause of what i went through as a kid and as a teen.Being builled isnt a dream its a fact. It is hard when you get teased, called names, or builled. Then he came and stood next to me and put a hand on my shoulder,I got up and said that I was feeling tired and wanted to go home,He said he would rub some oil on my Back ,he started massaging my neck and with his other hand over the Tshirt and when he felt my Bra ,he started fiddling with it.Before I could say anything he went inside and brought a Parachute Coconut oil bottle,he asked me to take of my shirt,i objected and before i could put another word he had the T shirt over my shoulder and. ." she sucked in her breath, "stretching me. Look how open I am for you, baby."Davy inched closer to her, his nose brushed against her pubic hairs."I'm rubbing my clit, baby." Oh look at me... look at me. I'm so fucking wet..."He kissed her belly, surprising Kathy, who drew in her breath. Davy's tongue did a lap or two around her belly button.Kathy rasped, "Oh yes, baby! Come on down!"With one knee now on the bed, he began a series of small, light kisses that could only lead to one place. Her.