Zyra sensed that I was annoyed. So, she came and sat on my lap and told me, “If you want, I can help you.” I told her, “I am confused. What do y...u mean to say?”Zyra – I meant I can help you get a girl.Me – I don’t know Zyra. What if I am not able to perform in bed?Zyra – Hahaha. I have a solution for that too. (and she winked at me)Me – What is it?Zyra – You can practice with me, little brother.I was shocked to hear such words from her and just went to my room to sleep. Zyra came in after 5. I knew she was all there with me. We kissed some more, but not with as much gusto as before. We had gone from fucking like it was the last one we would ever have. To just making hard, deep, love in a matter of few minutes. At the least, an hour! My balls thumped against her butt as I slid every inch of me in and out of her in slow circular movements. I felt the tightness of her pussy coming back. this time, however, I was ready to let go too! "Careeful, babe." I grunted into her face. "I'm. My friends we’re really pleased by your performance. They said you we’re the best they’ve ever abused and fucked that you we’re an outstanding pussy licking slut. I think you should demonstrate that right now to me. We have a little time before the party starts. Come and show your Mistress how good a cunt licker you are, you deserve it after being well used by those Hollywood bitches?. She sat on the bed, hitched up her dress and spread her legs, arching her hips so that her beautiful pussy was. I kept thinking why he called me missy but I kinda liked it.Then he started calling me a little slut, telling me I ought to put some lipstick on. I immediately started thinking of her again. I wasn’t long before I was trimming my body hair and shaving my beard and moustache off. I began to look for lingerie stores to secretly buy thighs like Christina wore. I found fishnets in the summer could cover a little leg hair, and finally I went to the d**g store and bought makeup. When it got close to.