Her “T” shirt rose up her thighs exposing her pussy. It was shaved, bare of any hairs and looked as smooth as a babies. Her eyes were wide and her...mouth open. I walked towards her, stuck the pistol in my jeans and in one swift movement grabbed the hem of her shirt and literally ripped it up over her head and arms. She still stood there, arms bolt upright naked as the day she was born. She was skinny but her pert full ripe boobs, too big for her body frame size, jutted out and upwards, her. Thanks to him, I grew faster than other girls of my age. Most of the people thought that as my mother is having large breast and thick thighs I also grew like her. But the fact was that Vinod uncle’s touch made me look like 18 when I was not so old. I started wearing 34” size bra when I was in class 7 and started enjoying Vinod uncle’s touch.In fact I made it a point to visit his house almost daily and particularly when others are not at home. I became so fond of his touch that once he told me. His raiment was the traditional robes of the monarch, a deep scarlet shirt with emeralds for buttons, and black pantaloons that were laced into his dark brown sandals. A red and black turban sat atop his head, and had been passed to him by his father, who had received it in turn at the end of a long line of succession. She was force personified, in comparison to her ‘lord and master’. She sat in a seat that was modest compared to his jewel encrusted throne. It was still luxurious to an extreme. Callum was frightened, nothing like this had ever happened to him before, it was far from how he imagined it laying awake at night fantasizing. Their hands roamed over his body, one went under his tee shirt and pinched his nipple, another slid along his smooth hairless legs and yet another hand was squeezing his butt appreciatively. Callum panicked and started to struggle which only made them more determined, clearly they were enjoying humiliating the small white boy. Finally he managed to.