Then it was Ankit’s chance and he was really waiting. He wiped my pussy with a cloth and positioned his dick. In a thrust and he was in. He was goin... nice and slow. My eyes started searching for Gaurav. He was there. I looked at him and called him close.He came smiling to me, like he used to and before I knew it I gave a smile too. Gaurav came and sat on my face. I knew what he wanted me to do and I decided to do it. I took my tongue out and rolled it over is asshole. It was sweaty and smelled. And... " I went on, not sure where she's leading."... and what?" And nothing. What else would there be for a man out of circulation and a high school girl?"She arched her eyebrows. "Out of circulation?"I sighed. "I've told you before, love. You are the only woman for me. You always have been, and you always will be."Blushing, she attempted a recovery. "I meant 'home and what time you'll be getting back? I'm not worried. Why would a teeny-bopper be interested in a old fart like you?"Though I. As I contemplated her question, I realized that yes; I did want Keri to do all of those wicked things I had read about, to me.I wondered how far she would go, and how much I could take. But how could she possibly know about BDSM? Unless she did more than just read those stories. Was it possible that my breathtaking little girl was actually a Dominatrix??Do you want to be my slave daddy? Do you want to be my personal fuck toy for me to use and abuse as I please???Ohhhhhhh my god,? I gasped.. Their hairstylist was obviously very well paid. The skirts and tops they wore made them look like runway models.They looked down their noses at me as they got into the Mercedes in front of me. I grinned and eyed them brazenly.They sat in the front seat chatting as they drank their own coffees. I watched them with interest as their blouses did very little to hide their upper assets. I continued to smile as I imagined what they looked like without the tops.After several minutes, the woman in the.