Her name was Shriya. She was a few years younger than I was and worked at the same grocery store as me, as one of the cashiers. After I quit that job,...we stayed in touch, and things just developed from there. Shriya's family had moved to the US from India when she was just nine years old, and she spent her entire adolescence growing up around American kids. Her parents were very conservative in their Indian values, attending all the cultural festivals at the community center in full. “ET! Eaten?” flabbergasted Norman spluttered! “Somebody MUST be in CHARGE! I understand chain of command. When the leader is taken down, the next in line steps up. WHO is in effective command around here?” Warren Norman demanded.Olé pointed an accusing finger at Doc.“A WOMAN?” Warren Norman opened his yap and put his foot square in the doodoo. Assuming a slightly provocative glamorous pose, Doc batted her eyelashes over her cold unamused steely eyes, and gave him a playful toot-a-Lou wriggling. I could feel his warmth and then he touched me and kissed me. Yes ! that was wonderful! Though I had kissed girls before but his kiss was something else.We kissed for almost 5 minutes and then he slowly removed my T-shirt and unbuckled my pants and started giving me a tongue bath. He played with my nipples and sucked them like never before. He fondled my hair and then sucked my dick. “Oh Yes, ohh, yea suck it baby, introduce yourself property” I said and he sucked more hard.Then I went down and. I was laying there resting and then a man stood over me. He had a cock bigger than I had ever seen and it hung down his leg. His balls were also hanging low and fuul. “Okay Bull, fuck her good man.” came the voices. He reached down and grabbed my tits, pulling me up only by them. I cried out loud. He held me up, his nails digging into my flesh as he pulled me up, my toes barely on the floor as my weight was fully on my tits. Then he lifted me suddenly and my legs were around his hips, a huge.