I was a virgin, as toilet slaves go.Like that first time Ihad been a toilet slave, I was scared to death, but now I came all thisway. This time, I had...arrived by air the previous day. I wanted to berested and fresh when he started my service. That’s why i arrived on Friday and stayed in a hotel that night. After being susma’s toilet two years ago, she had given me her businesscard as she droveme back to the train station and had invited me to callher. i called a week later, and we had started. Both of us sit silently waiting awkwardly for the coffee. Finally the coffee arrives and we take the sip.I felt that I should be the one to break the ice. So started talking as if it was like a regular family meet.L: Manni, naan ungala ethir paakala. I feel awkward (Bhabhi, I did not expect you)S: Naanum thaan (I also did not expect you)L: Ippo enna pannalaam? Naan ungala neriya yosichurukken. Ivvalavu naala unga sinthanai thaan. Ella nightum unga ninaivu thaan. Chat pannathukku appurom kooda. I kiss her again and she kisses me back with more force now. I feel her run her hand through my hair, and she moans again as I brush her panties again with my hand. She scoots closer to me, and I pull aside her panties gently, and with my fingers I feel the slippery slickness that her juices have made. With one finger I circle the sensitive little bud at the top of her slit, and she gasps whenever I touch it. My other fingers explore her warm pussy, nestling themselves in the folds of her. I must have looked awkward because she guided me in with her hand and we pushed against each other. I immediately felt huge shots of sperm squirting through my dick into Linda's pussy. Not an orgasmic ejaculation, just an ejaculation. As if my balls could no longer stand the pressure and something had to give. I instinctively knew from constant masturbation that I would not completely loose my erection and would be good to go again. And the second time around would require some major.