Even through the material of her clothes he could feel her nipples harden under his touch. His hands slid round to her back and, finding the zip, he u...did her dress, pulling the straps down over her shoulders, exposing her perfect breasts. ‘No bra Rebecca?’ He mocked before pulling the girl onto his lap and lowering his mouth to her nipples. Taking one in his mouth and teasing the other with his fingers, he heard her moan quietly. Pulling away from him Rebecca stood up and let her dress fall. I took the cup and drink it. She spits on my face many times and I licked like an ice cream.We went to the bathroom and I pleaded her to remove her sari, she removes the pallu and showing her boobs through her blouse, I grabbed the boobs suddenly, she retaliated with slapping and splitting my face 20times. I said “sorry mam”. She poured half bucket of water on me and order me to remove my underwear. I am in full nude and try to cover my dick with my hand, she slapped hard on my face. I remove. I was even trying to imagine what her cunt looked like; hairy or shaved. I was starting to lust for more and I couldn't seem to avoid it.I spent two weeks trying to wank it out of my system with no success. In the third week I met up with an ex-girlfriend. After a few drinks at the local pub, we ended up at my flat and into bed. I thought this might do the trick and clear my head... but, as I looked at this skinny young minx bucking wildly on my cock, I knew this wasn't what I wanted. I wanted. Sophia never thought of herself as much of a talker-except with Jessie, her best friend-but she could talk with Warren for hours. Truth to tell, she listened more than she talked. Warren was a first-class conversationalist.The problem of her disastrous lifestyle and Warren's "girl in a cage" observation had been left alone. Sophia would occasionally make a joke, which Warren just let go, but they hadn't had many serious conversations. Just two friends, chatting. Until one Tuesday night in late.