Mmmpphhhhhh mpphhhhhh... i'm begging behind the gag... she smacks my head..."Be quiet!" she says firmly... I feel the cock push farther into me... it ...urts... then as it goes deeper... i try to relax...i feel it sliding in... deeper... then backing out... in... then out... i hear her moaning a little... the cock is sliding in and out... slowly... rhythmically... in... out... in.. out... in... out... in and out... it's hot... in and out... in and out... it seems like it is forever... finally.... I was wearing killer heels (sex without my heels is like a day without sunshine), a tiny black thong and a designer jacket. My man is wearing one of his business shirts and a sexy black jock strap.We had agreed today was all about my man. My girlfriend wants to watch her man blow my man. So do I. And my man wants it to happen.Zara and her man are watching intently as my man removes my jacket. Then he stands behind me and slides my thong down to my ankles and helps me step out of them. My naked. My boss, Nadine, organized naughty lunch and dinner parties for super-rich types, where there would be strippers and sex acts between courses, and of course, he could work in our gay movies. “I’ll take you to visit Nadine. She’d love to meet you, and I’m sure we could give you plenty to do.”After about twenty minutes we got into some stretching. He was amazingly supple and really put me to shame. He told me he was very much into yoga, and had trained to become a ballet dancer but abandoned. Fortunately we reached the college and i got out of the car quickly. “Bye kavya..”, said Suresh as I was walking away. I turned around, he was smiling at me. I don’t know why but I smiled back at him and then walked away. The whole day I was thinking about the incident in the car and also about Suresh. To tell you the truth I was a bit turned on by his physique but I felt guilty and tried not to think about it.Couple of days went by and every day Suresh tried to make more advances towards me,.