?Blouse first.?There was no teasing – he would teach her that later. His little slutpuppy was just starting to learn, he had few expectations from h...r at this point. She unbuttoned the blouse, her slender fingers trembling – pretty little manicured nails plucking at the buttons. The thin material slipped off her shoulders as she rested it over the arm of the chair she had been sitting in. He could see her white skin prickling around her demure white bra. Nerves.?Now your bra.?She flinched –. She wants to meet in private and take it up from there. We decided to meet at her flat the next weekend.Her flatmate would be traveling to Abu Dhabi to meet her relative. So we’ll enjoy 2 full days in private. Next few days were really fun. We had sexy erotic chats on WhatsApp and started sharing private pictures. It culminated on phone sex which she enjoyed and said she eagerly waiting to have sex with me.Day 1:Finally, the day arrived. I met her in her flat with – a pack of strawberry. The oldest sister was sitting on the lap of the tallest African as he had his hand under her T-shirt fondling her breast and his other hand inside her unbuckled pants with his finger stroking her vagina. Her head was tilted back on his shoulder and her mouth partially open as she was absorbed in the sexual embrace of this black man. She could feel his stiffened manhood under her and his heavy breath on her neck.The other sister was lip locked with her black man and his hand had also found it's. I am owned!” Her eyes went wide as Cynthia walked by the window, only to turn and recognize her. The black girl turned and stepped toward the door. As she left the view from the window, Katie hastily did up her pants. The door opened. “Shouldn’t you be in class this period?” “I… uh… had an assignment to catch up on. Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” “Feeling a bit drained. Didn’t sleep much last night. I may skip lunch and take a nap.” Katie’s phone beeped. She covered the screen so.