The other alternative was to sell it to me just as cheaply. Of course he tried to put a higher price on it but when I pointed out the options I'd read...from his mind, he reduced the price provided I paid cash. None of the stuff was particularly valuable or antique but to have it there ready to use was a big bonus. Only problem was that I didn't have the cash and wouldn't have until my first few pay cheques came in. Mother wasn't too keen on loaning me the money but Jean had no qualms on that. He placed his hand on my ass and gave it a squeeze."Tell me you want my dick," he whispered in my ear. My mouth was dry and butterflies were swirling in my already knotted stomach. "Tell me you want it... or leave. I'll give you one last chance to walk away. You want it?"Another squeeze, but firmer this time. My face was boiling but I knew I couldn't go back to masturbating to fantasies. I sensed that he knew my answer before I did. I hoarsely replied with a sheepish "Yes." I was his now and I. There were many nights we would go out for dinner or watch a show we both enjoyed together. I would record the episode if it aired while I was on shift, and we would snuggle on the couch and enjoy the time together while it played. Like a gentleman, I would walk her to her door, give her a good night hug and kiss, and return to my house.She had continued to feed my voyeuristic fetish by walking in front of her window while wearing the tail or dropping her robe and bending over. Her. Foreplay was out of the question then, She wanted to be fucked. She took off his undies and OMG. Between the hairy bush there was a big fat dick. It was the fattest dick that we had ever seen. It was as wide as my gf’s wrist. I could see the glow in her eyes. She was thirsty. She wasted no time and started sucking it. It barely fitted in her mouth. Her saliva was dripping all over the thick meat but she kept on going.Anand could not hold any longer, he forced into missionary position he shoved.