His hand was between her thighs, rubbing her pussy.His moans were searing themselves into her mind, the type of moan where there isn’t a doubt that ...he man is getting exactly what he wants. It was like watching a movie, the teen thought as in her distracted head she watched the scene unfold. Her cunt was soaked from her rubbing, and like a puppet on strings, she watched as she let him stand her up and tug her underwear to her ankles. During her repositioning, his cock had been sprung free from. I hesitated. On one hand he was definitely my type: Tall, around 50, very strong and masculine. On the other hand I was still a virgin and I was a bit scared of him. I was so turned on by thinking about him that I decided to send him a message. “Dear unknown mailman, this is the sissy from the Goethestrasse. I really would like to meet you today. Kisses” Only two minutes later I got an answer: “Good decision, slut. See you in half an hour.” I became really excited now and the 30 minutes felt. "You should tell the world how you feel. Maybe all those black guys would leave you alone." Just ... stop, okay?" I frowned at her. She wasn't talking about 'all those black guys' either, Karen was talking about one black guy, Rodney, and we both knew it."Tell you what," the man cleared his throat. "Spend a hundred dollars and I can give you the t-shirt for free." Really?" Karen grinned at him. "Before or after the discount?" Before," the guy laughed."Alright. Sure." She grinned at me. "We just. "It's nobody's business but ours." Which one do you want?" he sighed.She showed him the two pages, each of which had eight devices depicted in glorious color. She had circled two on each page."These are the dildo kind," she said, shoving one page at him.The names of the ones circled were: All American Whopper Vibrator and Purple Six Inch Realistic Dildo With Oscillating Action."And these are the rabbit kind," she said, pushing the other page toward him.On that one she had circled the Rotating G.