At the end of the second week I suggested we could meet up after office.I would be home alone on that Saturday; so we could have our first date…I fo...nd myself texting him at midnight. A while later he picked me up at the front door.He had picked a good restaurant and had reserved a nice booth in the back. Conversation started with the usual. I allowed my knees to graze his legs and I made sure to touch his arms during dinner. I finally confessed that I had been always attracted to black men and. She was going wild with anticipation and then, with one movement of his hand, he slid it under her bra to engulf her bare breast. She cried out her surprise as her bra came sliding up over her entire area that a second ago was safely tucked under her bra and she started to object but instead thrust out her chest to relieve his warm touch.“Oh yes,” she moaned as he massaged her tender breast. “It feels so good. It is just how I imagined it would feel.”Chuck massaged first one and then the. He holds it there and I'm surprised at how much spit is running onto his balls. He asks if I love it deep in my throat and all I can muster is a breathing sound. He tells me to stick out my ass and deep throat him on my own, which I manage to do. He's talking about how he is going to open me up at both ends and I'm going to get fucked like a bitch today and ask for more, and I'm moaning when I can. He pulls all the way out of my mouth and a long stream of wetness falls on my chin. He tells me. .." I moaned, shuddering. "You fucking love it, admit it! You want the world to know!" "Noooo!!!" SLAP! SLAP!! "Tell me you didn't enjoy being molested by your girlfriends. Go on, say it, you fucking slut!" SLAP! "Noooo..." SLAP!! "Ohhhh..." "Someone get the paddle," hissed Johan. "Nooo! I'm sorry! Yes, I loved it! Oh, God... please don't paddle me..." "What did you like about it?" Allan pulled me up by the back of my hair and spoke right into my ear. I gripped the.