I pulled him, sat on my knees and started blowing his cock, I practiced a lot and now was my moment to show what Sara is capable of doing to that cock... fuck he started to moan from joy I kept going, suddenly my head was held and pressed to go dipper fuck there it was my first deep throat the flag of the cock hitting my throat make me feel like my eyes gonna pup and he kept going I couldn't breath that made wanting it to go deeper.. my body was boiling so I stand up hold my man with my arms. It was early Sunday morning. I was hungover and sore all over after a night of drinking and fucking with a waitress that worked at a local bar. Connie and I would get together when time allowed for booze and sex. Our relationship has no strings attached it, it's just sex. Instead of strings, handcuffs are attached to it. Connie liked being cuffed to the bed--fridge, stove, in the closet--any place or anything, that handcuffs could be attached to she wanted to try it. On many occasions I pulled. She'd make me put them on beforewe went out with our friends telling me she wanted me to remember I was herlittle sissy (her new name for me). I'd love it but constantly worry I'd becaught and I guess she just loved having that control over me.And now you have the background, let the story begin.I never really fitted in with Jess' friends so I was always nervous when wehung out with them and this night was no exception. We'd gone to a partyfull of people she knew and I was just her little tag. On the third day when she was dressing she asked, "Chacha have you seen the hungry look in my mother's eyes when you are around? I am certain that she also wants to be fucked by you"."Don't be foolish. You are imagining things" I told her. As a matter of fact, I had also noticed the look of unsatisfied lust in Saroj's eyes. Her eyes followed me every where, whenever I was in her presence but I thought a small white lie here was in order.As fate would have it Raju received a telegram from his.