He wanted to hug me very tightly so I raised my hand from the stool and stood straight. After some time Master calmed down and said to me, “mehamuda...meri jaan tumahri choot mein dher sara veery bhara hai mere lund mikalte hi bah kar tango per aa jayega aur main nahi chahta ki tumahre kapro per dag lag jaye is liye mere lund ke nikalte hi apni choot per ya towel laga lena aur toilet mein ja kar choot achhi tarah se saaf kar lena, mujhe apni randi ka saf suthra jism hi pasanad hai. Abhi to aur. She was frightened, but she was not a terror-stricken, helpless child any more. What had she become? I looked at her as she studied the cars driving into or past the parking lot, watching, sifting, analyzing. She was picking up on the cunning and learning from her experiences, and was a stronger and more self-confident young lady. OK, she was because she felt she could depend on me to lead and teach. Probably so, and I’ll take credit for that. There was, nevertheless, something about her… she. ” “So you like me in black but I think you also like to think of black in me.” Tom stared at her. Mandy was looking at him, with her eyes half closed and a devilish smile on her painted lips. Tom stood dumbfounded. What did he say now? He had been rumbled. “Well, Tom?” she went on. Tom swallowed hard. It was now or never if he was going to admit his ever increasing fantasy and obsession with her and a black lover. “I, I, think I might like to see that. If you want that sweetheart,” he quickly. “And Dad’s only one year older. Besides, you’re a minor! He’d get thrown in jail if he did anything with you!”She got hostile, then.“The age of consent in this state is sixteen!” she snapped. “I don’t have to have anybody’s permission to do whatever I want to!”“Unless it’s smoke, or drink, or vote,” I smirked.I was astonished when she reached out and, with clawed hand, gripped my junk. She squeezed, slowly, until I was on tiptoes.“I let you put that thing inside me,” she hissed. “Don’t make me.