With every passing minute, as I performed my first act of sexual submission, it was becoming more obvious to me that I am not the girl that I thought ... was.It isn’t that I wasn’t scared. I was scared to death. I was so scared that I was having trouble breathing. Or was that from excitement?I was surprised when I felt the hem of my skirt in my hand and I realized that the crotch of my underwear was exposed to this man and his camera. That realization seemed to set my pussy on fire! Knowing that. You're absolutely sure of it. ~*~Her apartment's spacious - tasteful clean lines of glass and gray. Not like yours - fluffy white pillows and fancy French doors. She pours you a drink, white wine in a tall slender glass, then goes to change. Modestly sized Rodin replicas dot the perimeter of the room, each at rest on its own simple black pedestal - cold, white, flesh-from-stone women with faces hidden, lying twisted into shapes that flaunt their. She unhooked the lower two buttons of her blouse to pull out her left breast. She massaged it and squeezed as milk gushed from her nipple into the bowl.Malti sat on the sofa and asked Priya to put her head on her lap. But Malti forgot to tuck the breast back in her blouse. When Priya put her head on Malti’s lap, Malti dipped those leaves in the bowl and put some drops of the breast milk into her eyes. The breast touched Priya’s cheek in the process.Priya shut her eyes while she was still in her. Brian. God Brian was there! Brian, who she'd been dating. Brian who she wouldn't let get to third base because she wanted his respect.God! Brian had fucked her! She could just remember that he'd been riding her pussy like all the rest, she remembered him saying, "Finally, I get to fuck you Laurie. Why did you make me wait all this time and then give it up to everyone. What a fucking slut you are." She remembered him saying that as he pounded his dick deep into her, holding her hips and pulling.