Living in a posh locality and very educated. His primary condition was being discrete. We exchanged mails and pictures of our assets of course faceles... pictures. He instantly fell in love with my body and at first could not believe that I am male after looking at my breasts and ass pictures. He loved my liking for cross dressing. About Zafar, he had a very strong body, muscular and heavy. Lot of hair on arms, legs, chest and stomach; I love hairy men. The best part was his manhood. 6 inches. She rubs her face all over the front like a cougar in rut then viciously bites open the zipper with her powerful mouth. He groans as she tears away his silken boxers.Exposed to the world he is, but nothing matters except this woman and her passion. Her mouth engulfs his thickness in one gulp and he yells out in pleasure. Up and down the entire length she slowly slides and his hands dig into the top of the table. No other woman has ever been able to do this due to his size and girth; he is in. He leans next to me and chatters about all the car has to offer. I run my hands along the wheel and look up at him as he speaks. “So when can I drive it?” I interrupt the information he provides on mileage. “Eager aren’t you?” He laughs. “Oh you have no idea.” I smile. He looks at me curiously, closes the door and walks to the passenger side and climbs in. I can tell Mike is stunned and curious by me but I feel like I can be someone different and wild on this trip. I feel like I need to test. Every minute of my depravity was recorded on camera in sparkling detail. Shame rolled in waves over me, and I wanted to hate myself, but yet, I couldn’t, because seeing these moments brought them back into my mind and unleashed my desires in full force. I caught myself rubbing my crotch furiously through my skirt and pulled my hand away as if burned. “Oh god,” I whimpered and felt thrown around inside my own body, but then another moment of clarity set in. “How?” I whispered. How had these.