"No James." Call me Sir!" he demanded."Yes Sir, I'm sorry." I replied. Then he grabbed my hair and smacked me in the face with his monster cock. Rubbi...g it all over my face, and shoving his balls in my mouth. He pushed me down and turned me over. He got on top of me and ripped off my pants, and slowly started massaging my small white ass, and rubbing his black cock up and down my crack. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back."I doubt you've had a cock this big inside you. Bound and gagged, ropes wrapped painfully tight around the breasts, or made to lick the bottom of their masters gleaming high heeled boots. Feeling horrified I thought “Is this my little boy fantasizes about”?This was only the beginning of my investigation and as I dove further along, I became afraid of what I might find out about my Tommy’s sexual psyche!Much more was reviled to me when I opened up several other websites consisting of fully clothed older women dressed in incredibly provocative. With his shirt gone I confirmed my suspicions. He was indeed all muscle. His six pack abs shown in the pale light coming through the window blinds. His chest was chiseled and shoulders rounded in perfect shape. I ran my finger tips over his muscled chest and down across his love bars. I hooked my finger tips into his waist band and pulled his hips to mine. We locked in another close embrace. Our bodies touching each other and I could feel his heart pounding against my breasts as they pressed to. Vimal couldn’t take it any more and planted his open mouth on hers. The intensity of the kiss was something that only young lovers could experience. This was their time, their moment. Nothing else mattered, and nothing else existed. She was his and he was hers. Body, mind and soul.The lovers kissed each other, their arms and legs wrapping around their bodies. Vaishali ran her fingers up and down her lover’s bare back, gently rubbing her nails over his skin. Vimal’s fingers felt the silk.