She was more than my best friend but less than my girlfriend. I had a huge crush on her but couldn’t express it to her thinking it could break our f...iendship.She was a B.Sc student from college who was in the same university. She was a sensitive, good looking, and well-mannered girl from a reputed and conservative family.She was always wearing a salwar kameez and traditional stuff like that. She looked damn gorgeous in traditional attire. She had long, silky, black hair, black eyes, fair skin. "How canI be of service sir?" I asked him in as girly a voice as I could make."You know what I like." He said. I did, I thought, but that wasn't goingto help me. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his monster black cock. Itwas so huge compared to the other guys, it almost took two hands to workit. I began to tease it with my mouth, massaging the tip with my tongueand giving sexy moans at the same time. He was now distracted from the TVand looking down at me. "You know," I spoke in between deep. She told me to open my mouth as she put the side of her foot in there and requested I’d bite her. This must have been one of her turn on’s as I did and I heard her making some satisfying noises. Halfway through the session, she put her left foot on my throat. She had lovely arches that appeared to fit perfectly around my neck. She applied some pressure locking me there and with her right foot, I felt it begging to slide down my throat. I was a little bit nervous about being gagged as I’d never. "And when the keg is empty, your Master can nosh on the stopper."Next to be sampled were the Ducks. Brannel tapped them and as with the previous two, let them taste themselves. "Jaded Duck," was what he christened the emerald brews to be served from their depths. Carrots in place, he next did the Raccoons."Very subtle differences in your flavors from Mistress Ravenna's," he said, "but 'tis still Ringtail Ale." They giggled and squirmed playfully as Brannel put the carrot stoppers under their.