" He muttered as he played with himself.He stroked up her leg and under her skirt. His fingers poked at her pants and he felt the moisture there."Yes ... thought so." He muttered.He reached up and pulled open her blouse and then began to pinch at her nipples, Debbie let out a little cry of pain and he pinched even tighter."Quiet!" he snapped, "or I'll have to gag you!"She didn't like that idea so she clamped her mouth shut and tried not to react when he lowered his head and started to bite. Part of her wanted to deny it, but part of her wanted it badly, worse than she had wanted anything sexual – even in college. Morgan kept teasing her with it, keeping her head spinning.“Yes, slut, you know what I am talking about. Your ass is hungry for this, isn’t it? You should have kept it in all day, no one would have known. But I know it now. I know you for the slut you are. We are going to have so much fun together — well, I’ll have fun. You might enjoy it as well. I know a cock. You can’t talk to me like that. I will not have a black man talk to me that way. You………. nigger.” There it was, the word that she knew she shouldn’t have said once it came out and the word that would put him over the top. “Well alright then little lady, lets have some fun” he said with a smile on his face. He then pushed her over to the chair and threw her back onto it. Her body collapsed into the chair and she was slumped in it as if she had passed out. Before she could regain her balance and. Let’s go into the story, the queen of this story is Sharmila aunty, about her she is married lady, married 4-5years ago, but she don’t have any children because of some issues, she is living with her husband, since her husband is in Marketing line, he is often out of station, she and her husband are living in a 2 store building, since the above portion is empty they rented it to me.I became good friend of them, while traveling to office I was accompanied by Sathish (her Husband), we use to have.