We jumped in my car and sped off to her home. I found parking on the street and we walked into her building. The doorman gave me the once over, but di...n’t say anything. Her grandmother’s apartment was gorgeous and we made ourselves comfortable. Barbara got a couple of beers for us as we chatted and smoked a few more cigarettes.We were at that point where we were going to bring this to the next level or I was going to take her number and head home. I was having a great time, but it. " Rummaging around in his chest of sex toys and torture devices, the wealthy sheikh drew out two vibrating butt plugs. Carefully he lubricated each one with melon-scented oils. Now he reached under Bassam and Raja's seesawing coitus just long enough to wedge the buzzing plug in Raja's anus."What are you doing? Ahhhhh no, it hurts!" Raja squealed, unable to believe the sensations assaulting her as the wall between her pussy and anus received the full brunt of so much friction. The ache in her. He got back to his senses, and from outside, he shouted my name and asked me to come down for breakfast as he left. It was fun, and now I knew exactly what I had to do to get him.I put on a really tight and deep neck t-shirt and did not wear a bra underneath. My shorts just about went over my underwear and exposed a lot of my ass. As I moved towards the dining table, I saw Arjun staring at me with his mouth open. He couldn’t take his eyes off my boobs, which were taking perfect shape.The. I just don’t like the idea that some old fart in Columbus or Washington, DC, can tell me what I can do with my own body.”“And even there, I think there have to be some limits. I think there’s a world of difference between, say, motorcycle helmet laws and laws against selling or using cocaine, even though both are pretty dumb and put your life at serious risk!”“True. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow at work, then at school.”“It’ll be hard to miss me,” I chuckled.We hugged, I left her house, and.