Aami deri na kore amar 6″ dhonta wor tight gude full dhukiye dildam….wo jantranai bhison chitkar korte laagla ….babuaaaaaaaaaaaa… Laagheeee…...Lagche……ber kooor please….ohhh …maaaaaa ….amai….mere phellooooooooo….aami dekhlam wor gud fete rakto beriye sara bichana lal hoye geche…wo jato batha pachhilo aami jeno tato jore oke thapachhilam aar wor guder bhetorta thachnach kaarchilam…aaste aaste dekhlam mamonio aram pachhe aame wor thot duto kamre dhore ban haat mathar phechone diye chuler muthi. Slaves or not, men do carry a fair amount of respect in relationships here.She looked a little taken aback at the question but seemed to consider it earnestly. I waited patiently for a moment before she spoke.“No, he, well, he wouldn’t have minded. I’ve even been here before,” she added.I was about to continue my query when I realized something stuck out about her response.“Wouldn’t have?” I asked confused.In one continuous flow of emotions, I watched her go from upset, to somber, to sheepish. He looks cute; my nipples detect it.We sit and chat, he's cute in addition to looking good.After too many drinks, I follow the guy home he lived nearby.He gave me a drink when we got to his apartment. We kissed; he was a good kisser.As we entered his bedroom, he quickly got the clothes off me. I felt it like electric shocks when he touched my body.But he avoided touching my breasts and I still had panties on.He held my arms firmly over my head. We kissed deeply and wonderfully. I only wanted. It sent a shiver through him and then her lips trailed down his neck. Soft sweet kisses, licks and then her mouth covered and sucked at the rapidly beating pulse point between his neck and his shoulder. She continued down slightly her mouth teasing at his collarbone. Nipping kissing and licking at what he had never known as an erogenous zone.As she crawled over him, her mouth reached his nipples and she sucked at each one in turn, starting softly and then progressing till she was sucking.