' Aroused, but humiliated, I went to fasten my zipper up. 'Leave it sissy,' Ordered Mistress Jen. 'C'mon Jamal, let's get a drink.'Music was playing w...en I brought the drinks in, Mistress was sat on Jamal's lap and he had his hand resting on her cunt. The doorbell sounded, so I went to get it. She glared at me with her emerald eyes when I opened the door. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail like a scorpion ready to strike and it swished as she walked past me, her catsuit glimmering. Ab unka aitaraaz karna bhi band ho chuka tha. Lekin woh khaamosh hi thi. Mere haathon ne unke badan par chalna shuroo kiya.Mera ek haath unke pet par tha aur doosra unki gardan par. Tabhi maine apne haath se unki salavaar ke kamaraband ko dhila kar diya aur unki salavaar ko badan se alag kar diya. Unki kele jaisi chikni jangh dekhkar main paagal sa hone laga tha.Maine unhe choomna shuroo kar diya aur tabhi maine chachi ke pehli karaah suni, “Aaaaa ahhhh.” Woh apne haath se mere sir ko pechhe. . Maine uske boobs dabane laga aur nipples ko pinch karne laga… To wo machli aur kehne lagi aur jor se pinch kar… Maine uske shirt ke button kholne laga.. Mujhe s uska piche se clevage dikh raha tha… Phir pure button khol diye… Aur uske boobs jo bahar aye to dekhne layak the.. Uske nipples ache khade the aur bade the… Lag raha tha ki khud inko roj pinch karti hai …Tabhi itne bade hue hai…Maine dono boobs ko haath me liya… Maine kaha jaan kya boobs hai… Khud dabati ho ki.. Koi aata hai dabane jo. It was several minutes before she opened her eyes and she found herself lying on her side on the bathroom floor with one hand clenched between her thighs, and a pain in her shoulder from landing hard. She struggled to her feet and couldn’t believe how she looked in the mirror.Her hair was matted as if she had just run a race, her top crumpled like she had slept in it, her skirt now had several horizontal pleats, and her legs were slick and shiny with more than just sweat. She looked like a.