In this conservative village, people take a shaved pussy as the sign of a whore and now think of me as one. I ask you if I can touch your magnificent ...reasts.You: you may touch my breasts but only if you dont try taking that bra of, as that's my job and if you try i will punish you with more worms and stinting nettles this time instead of a spoonStranger: "Yes, mistress. I don't want to be punished" I begin massaging your breasts, and circling my fingers around your nipplesYou: wow that feels. You take off your jacket, revealing your body under your tight fitting exercise shirt and I can't help myself to look at your protruding breasts. You then take a sip from your water bottle, spilling some on your shirt, I then find myself in a lust filled urge.You see me looking at you lustfully and you give me a coy smile telling me that you feel the same way in this summer warmth and you lift up your shirt, showing me your awesome tits and I have to drop my pants as they are so very tight. My little body tried to buck back at the big cock inside of me, to get it all in (two inches were still not making it in) and I was still shaking. I fell off. Right on to the floor. It hurt and knocked the breath out of me. You never want to have the breath knocked out of you when you're having your first real orgasm, right? Well it happened. When I could talk I lay there, begging Derrek to come down there and fuck me. I would do anything to have his cock back in me. He just laughed and. He smiled as he looked at a full body shot of her. She had not changed a bit.He clicked on accept, then moved back to the main page and viewed and accepted the remaining requests. He laughed at some of the posts. He would never air his dirty laundry like that. In the bottom, right corner of his screen a little box popped up with Jennifer’s picture on it.“Hello stranger,” popped up in the box. He moved his cursor over to the chat box and replied. The two old friends chatted for hours. They.