It's a small, dull throb that just won't go away. My breasts are sensitive, my clothes always feel too tight. I want to touch myself, caress my nipp...es, slide my fingertips down, massage and soothe....I'm always wet.At night, I slide the ballgag into my mouth. I moan. I beg as I cup myself. Begging for the orgasm, that few moments of pleasure, denied to me. This hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it aches....I even called him going straight to voicemail each time. I whispered into the cell, into. Hello?"Hey Dez, what's good?" her voice sound upbeat and musical."Oh, I'm just chillin'" Really, I thought you were supposed to be so busy." Not really, I just hate small talk." Oh really, then what should we discuss?"I could hear the exasperation in her voice, "perhaps we could have dinner, or meet somewhere and get better acquainted." So this was all a ploy to get into my pants?" Not at all, I replied, but if you think every dinner or date that you go on is simply a prelude to getting into. The little points of the nipples are painted complete with areola, a little puckered asshole painted over the little star shaped indentation, and the detailed plump pussy lips are painted an enticing shade of pink. It even has a little clit you can barely see. This is obviously a high quality figurine and I can't believe I found it in the gutter.I decide to take it with me and as I start off I have to sneeze. Not wanting to drop my new find I accidentally sneeze on the figurine a little bit.. 4, fair, slim and dressed in a figure hugging single piece short skirt, which showed her smooth & silky legs up to her mid thigh and her bare shoulders. She had a one of the loveliest smiles I have seen and a pair of very expressive eyes. She had knockers (boobs), which were quite big for her slim figure. In totality she was a complete package that would put a teenage girl to shame. I had to look at Sahil and Ayan to make myself believe that she was married and she was a mother of 7 yr old.