Ashok introduced Jeetu and introduced him to me."May I call you Kaki (Aunty)?" Jeetu asked me extending his hand. His eyes were on me -- judging or ga...ging me?Ashok immediately interjected, "Well! Does that not make her look too old? You two are of almost the same age; why don't you call her by name, if Seema has no problem?" Absolutely no problem! Jeetu please call me by my name Seema. OK?" I replied taking his extended handshake. I felt his strong grip.I was dressed in one of my short white. Running my hands over my legs as I stood back up.I glided to my left and picked up the ballgag. I showed it to him. To the window. To anyone who might be looking. Watching me. Watching me be a slutty brat. A naughty princess. Or just a little slut.I heard his voice over the speaker, “Put it on.”The ballgag was a hard, red plastic. With a hand on each strap, I pulled it slowly to me. I licked it with my tiny, pink tongue. Then I kissed it. I opened wide. Felt it slide into my mouth,. Was Kimberly horny? For the last 20 minutes, the Black Adonis whom she had fantasized about fucking her had freely fondled every part of her body. She had got on her knees and sucked his cock. He had cum in her mouth and she had swallowed all of it. She was as horny as it was possible for a white slut to be. She wanted that Black cock now! She knew that it would hurt at first. But after her experience from last night, she was confident that her pussy could get used to it and once she did she. This is a continuation of my summer experiences… by far the wildest summer of my life. I am not a writer, but just wanted to share my stories with the world a bit as otherwise I do not get to talk about it. If you do not like the subject matter above, no need to read on. I hadnt seen Matt since Friday, and even with the playtime with Tyler, I was still itching to see him. It was Sunday morning and I was in church with the family, getting a boner sitting there thinking about seeing Matt when his.