I had no choice but to change his mind. We walked out into the living room where the teen sat patiently. " what's your name?" i asked." I'm Kai " So,...you like me?" Well...I..." he began to say but i didn't give him time to answer. I sat on straddled him and grinded my pussy against his lap. He could barely breath. I kissed his neck as Mizuhashi pulled my shirt off. He seemed to be enjoying himself already. But he's soon to get a surprise. " do you give your self to me completely? do you want. Only then was I allowed to walk into the lounge where he would be waiting for me. More often than not, he would be stroking his peepee, and his trousers were down. He would tell me to hurry up and sit on the floor. I knew what this meant, he had told me ages ago… I had to kneel down beside him and hold his peepee in my hands, going up and down for a few times, until he told me to stop, and then I had to put it in my mouth so he could “get off”. That always puzzled me as he wasn’t. It was subtle yet always there, hidden in self-deprecation expressions of friendship. Yes, she had “issues” beyond me but I’d added to them. I was a suicide accomplice.Did exposure of my gun ownership, the boasting of grandkids, our mention of reservations at the Bacara push her over the edge? Her husband proclaimed, it was nothing we said or did. I still felt guilty, guilty for a life of betraying her, using her to ensure my superiority. During the funeral service, I vowed to root out those. I did it and I felt like I will switch off my cam because I was not so horny,but then he switched his cam on and the view made me wet again. He was standing in a chair and his big cock was on display...it was so huge and hard that I just bited my lips. He told me that he hates hirny fags and thats why he made me cum in first place. Than he told me that he hates fags and want so much to beat me up and make me feel pain. Next he asked me with what I fuck my ass and I told him that I do not have.