Or mai mrket gya or ek vodka ki bottle le aaya jb ghar aaya tb riya bilkul chup baithi hui thi mai bola kya hua boli dard ho rha h .Mai bola ek kaam k... do pag lga sb theek ho jyega wo boli theek h or hum dono saath me baith k peene lge pite pite mai bola daru ko teri chut p lga deta hu dard km lgega wo v nashe me thi or maine muhh me daru li or uski chut p kiss krne lga hum phir gram ho gye or ab wo v full excited thi usne mujhe litaya or mere lund p kiss krne lgi kafi der usne mera lund chusa. So I thought. A hesitant knock on the door to my room let me jolt up. A bit hesitant I stood up and put on a shirt, since I always was never really confident in my looks. So after being clothed I opened the door, just to be greeted by heaven itself. There stood Nancy, the same clothes she wore the day, smiling to me. I couldn’t tell if she had just this natural, beautiful smell or if it was a perfume. But what I could tell was, that Nancy changed into a pair of Stockings and Pumps. I hid my. “One kiss,” she said, “One kiss, like a man kisses a woman, just so I can see what it’s like with you.”“Come on,” I said, “we can’t do this.” Inside, I realised that if I kissed her, I’d like it, and I’d probably be talked into going further. I knew it.Karla turned to the coffee table, where there was a pile of small change in an ashtray. She picked up a twenty-cent coin, and said, “I’ll toss you for it. Heads, you kiss me, properly. Tails, I’ll forget about it.” Then, she smiled, and said,. . I tell you to turn around for me.. You do so, knowing that your ass is almost half exposed to me as I'm sitting down. You look down at the floor, realizing that looking back at eeryone staring at you would be too much right now.. You can feel your pussy crawing attention...With your back towards me, I ask you if you were a good little slut and bought your first butt-plug earlier that day. "Yes... daddy" you answer, your voice quite low, so that nobody will hopefully hear you. You're cheeks.