‘Feel your tummy,’ Christian insisted as he kissed me repeatedly on the forehead. It was swollen, not like when you’ve eaten too much. It felt s...lid and pregnant. The cramps started again and subsided. Christian then wheeled over an old fashioned commode chair made from wood with a bowl in the hollow seat. I discharged the fluid. It seemed as though it would never stop. Carefully, Christian dried my anus and cleaned me up with wet wipes. He held my arm as I walked back to the recliner and got. Aunties and girls interested in sex or chat in vizag can approach me through my email Comments are always welcome. Now coming to the story once when I visited a temple in vizag on my birthday I got a wonderful gift in the temple. The temple was fully crowded but somehow I managed to get in to the queue line and here started the story after some time the temple got more crowded I was getting pushed from all sides than suddenly I noticed that the persons standing in front of me and behind are. " I will. Lock the door and I'll knock quietly when I come back."He left and I stood there feeling very sexy and very, very horny. I admired myself in the mirror and primped my hair. I added more lipstick.The minutes ticked by and I got a little impatient. I almost wanted to get dressed and find him, but I figured he'd be angry. I just thought it better be a good surprise. Maybe he was going to get us some coke - for old times sake. My mind delighted at this idea.Finally there was knock and I. One new message. "Hey doll. Wanna have some fun?" And in the message was the picture of me from the other day that James took on his phone. My slutty, disheveled image filled the screen. My clit throbbed at the memory. I bit my lip. My phone went off again. "So, slut, who did you fuck today?" Before I could reply, another message. "It would be a shame if that picture found it's way to the dean's office... Do you want the dean to see you like that, slut?" My heart raced at the thought. I could.