Her head bobs on my cock, going backward and forward nearly hitting the wall. I slide my cock out, just as I slided it in. I then step back. Lightly I...let the whip come down on her nipples. The light sting causes a moan in her. I have to answer her pleasure with another swat, this time to the other side. I tell her to get back up again. I put the constraints on her. I kissed her where the chocolate sauce was. It wasn’t for her, it was just a resting place for me. After the kiss, she opened up. . Well, I could be a boy who looked like a girl, or a girl who looked like a boy, see? It would kind of depend on who was looking at me, on what they wanted me to be. And even then, until they reached inside my panties, I'd still be a mystery. Boys would kiss me and wonder if they were queer, girls would flirt with me and giggle because they were bi-curious. At least some of them, others would ignore me completely. The boring people who wanted all the answers up front, without any risk or sense. Wow it was a great time . one day I while kissing I asked herOnly kissing I wanna do more kavyaShe: achaa nothing will happen, Na PremI: no nothing wrong in doing thisShe: haa .do whatever you want babyI lifted her in my arms and went to the bedroom and I was kissing her and with my hands started to play with her boobs over her top. such a smooth boobs ( 34c ) her breathing got heavy and she could sense my dick now it was hard. I removed my t-shirt and I removed her t-shirt. wow she did not. It was a big production with a big budget starring big names. My relaxed days had turned into 14 and 15 hour slogs. I was travelling to locations and different studios pretty much 3 or 4 times a week and even had to spend 5 weeks in southern Africa. Post production was even tougher. Re-shoots were ordered.The big news though was that due to the re-shoots being huge, I was given the control of a whole unit. That meant huge responsibility and a huge pay increase....like 5 times what I was.