" It was one of his fondest memories. It had been completely unplanned. It had been their intention to go to their marriage bed as virgins. He had bee... floored when they had left their third party of the night and he had asked her:"Where to next? The party at Sally's or the one at Dave's?" None of the above sweetie. This has been a magical night for me and there is only one way I want to end it. Take me to a motel baby; I'm tired of waiting." Are you sure about this?" Never more sure of. My friends called me every day thatweek, probably wondering what happened to me when I left the bar that night(if only they knew!), but I sent all of their calls to voicemail and didn'treturn a single one.I was fascinated by my own transformation, how spontaneous it was and howstrong. No part of me even entertained the possibility of NOT meeting upwith him. He was so commanding, and I was so happy to be dominated. I wouldmeet up with him and I would...let him fuck me again? Jesus, I. With his braids out, his hair now exploded behind the crystals in aseries of tight S-waves, delivering an almost permed look sitting in athick mass behind his shoulders. She had changed only his lip color fromthe darker matte to a more natural soft pink gloss, and touched up hisface just a bit, giving him a fresh clean natural appearance. With a bigpink shoulder bag across his right side, he followed her outside and offcampus as she texted back and forth coordinating their ride.He wasn't sure. I called her on WhatsApp and there she was in black top and pink shorts.Me: Pink shorts?? You know na I don’t like pink color.DB: Baby pata hai na. Lo kardi tumhare mann ki.Aur ye bolte hue unhone apne shorts utaar diye aur sirf black panty mein khadi thi ab.Unko dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya aur main hilaane laga.DB: Bas hilaoge?? Mujhe bhi dikhao na. Apne bachhe ki tarah pyaar kiya hai maine tunhare lund ko.Aur ye keh kar unhone apna top bhi utaar diya. Aur unhone niche bra bhi nahi pehni.