Is it clean?”I spread her cheeks apart and drooled over her hot, rosybud: “Yes, it looks very clean, Nikki….”“Nooooo, wrong answer?”“Nik...��.” Fuck! I didn’t care. My cock was dripping pre-cum, it was so hard I thought it would explode; I was at Nikki’s mercy and I didn’t care; “It looks very clean…mommy….”“goooood boy…gooood…daddy….now, I’m not quite sure it’s clean. My mentor (mentor??!! What the...?!?) told me how to get it clean…but…mmmmmmm…sniff it…sniff my ass and make sure it’s clean. . I have nothing to lose by trying though. What's the worst thing that can happen? I can try to get Dale to forgive me and take me back and he can say, no. Then I'll be miserable. But I'm already miserable so how much worse can it be?Okay, it can be much worse. Right now, I'm miserable but at least I have hope. At least I have something to dream about that makes the misery bearable.I had left the motel room for two reasons. The first was to find something to eat. I walked down the aisles of a. I just open her bra & gave her a lip kiss there is no movement It was conformed that she was sleeping then i started pressing his soft breast but all of a sudden she woke up . I was scared like a seen a ghost . If she tell my parents about this then what will happen . I thought of plan-B .ANJALI -What the hell you are doing with me.ME – I am sorry I cant control my feeling of sex about you .ANJALI – It doesnt mean that you force me for sex . wait I will complaint to momME – What about the porn. I stepped through and into the sacred ground of his office, and heard the door click closed behind us. Only the desk lamp gave the room any light, and his presence behind me seemed to fill the entire space. Somehow this, his office, his inner sanctum, felt so much more intimate than his apartment had ever done. I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, hugging tight, and turned to face him. ‘Aren’t you worried about someone seeing us?’ Perhaps there was a little more acidity in my tone than I’d.