S.o.g book,and made sure it was addressed to sam, sam was a manageress in a given department, i thought she was a uppity little bitch to those who wer... under her and maybe the devil was in me in choosing this book, so about a week later at the company party i bumped into her and asked her what santa had brought her, she just said a book, nothing more, i asked her what sort of book, she reply that it was an adult book with two people, i asked her did she find it an enjoyable read ? yes very much. ” I saunter closer to him, feinting innocence in my ocean blue eyes. I reach out to feel his muscular forearms, delicately tracing my fingertips up to his biceps. God his arms are delicious. I lean into him, gently pressing my soft breasts into his chest. My nipples immediately harden in excitement. I run my arms under his shirt, feeling his warm flesh beneath my hands. I quickly pull his shirt up, trying to get it over his head. I’m too short, even on tip-toe and I reward him with a alluring. Few had asked me about the aunty with whom I had sex last time and who is now in England.But dear friends something should be kept confidential she is not a slut, she was just unsatisfied women at that time. So pls don’t ask me about that woman again. Now after getting taste of cunt I was just like a hungry tiger and I was searching for a woman to enjoy eagerly.Many times I got chances to press boobs, ass and cunt in our favorite Kolkata’s private bus service especially mini buses in office. My mom could tell i was upset and disappointed so she tried to make it up to me by fixing a great dinner and baking me a cake. Not just any cake but German chocolate cake with rich chocolate icing. Man that cake was good. After everybody else had went to bed and i watched t.v. i decided to have another piece and a big glass of milk. And another piece and another. Next thing i know i have eaten half the cake. Got sicker than a dog. Puked and puked. Till this day not a cake fan. Pies became the.