I was mortified! But strangely turned on… my hand had somehow found its way to my crotch and I was rubbing my damp pussy. But no! This was too far, ...ow could she put this on the internet?! I grabbed my phone from the side and found her number.“Hello stranger,” Carrie greeted breezily from the receiving end.“What the fuck are you playing at?” I screamed down the phone. There was a pause – was that muffled laughter I heard in the background?“Ah, so you’ve seen the video? Pretty hot don’t you. M.s & e.d friend ab main khani ki trf aata hu dosto bat us samy ki h jab me 10th class me padta tha us samy mere ghar ki halt kuch thik nhi thi is liye me ek dukan par kaam karta tha or apni padayi bhi karta tha to dosto meri dukan ka malik bhut achha inshan tha usko mere upar pura yakin tha ek bar usneApni dukan ki add ke liye panipat me ek camp lagya or unhone wo camp panipat ramlal chok par camp lagya to dosto wha par jane ke liye dukan par bhut larke the lekin malik ne kha ki dudi tum jakar. This made it shrivel up even smaller. He was so totally defenseless -- so completely under my power. "Mental castration" Julie called it. I loved it! Being able to do this to a man, especially one who had hurt and betrayed me in the past, was intoxicating. It gave me a rush, got me hot.After this it was easy to get him to play dress up in my clothes. He seemed relieved at no longer having to live up to a masculine ideal. I sensed his pleasure when I told him how pretty he looked in bras, garter. He groped the girl's tits. They kissed, sharing their passion. A woman nearby squealed as her son switched holes, sliding into her asshole. Her face scrunched up in rapture.“I'm such a slut!” she screamed as her son sodomized her. “Yes, yes, yes! Such a whore!”“You are, Mom!”I grinned, my lusts swelling through me. My balls were growing heavier and heavier. A MILF rode her son, her round tits bouncing and swaying while she sucked on her husband's cock. He fed it to her, slamming into his.