Everyone envies my job. And I gloat every time I talk about it. I learn a lot about my body, what my future sexual relationships might be like, and wh...t feels good to people. I feel that is important for everyone. I am a very sexual young woman. I enjoy masturbation and endless self-pleasure. It feels like ages since I've been pleasured by a man and for the time being, I wasn't seeming to be getting any action where I was living! We have our own bedrooms, thank god, so there are days when I. “There,” I asked softly. “Doesn’t that feel good, Shailu? Didn’t you want that?”“Uh… wonderful, really wonderful… keep doing it…” I said between sighs. “Yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Aunty, yes!””Don’t go any faster, or you’ll cum right away. I want to enjoy this for a long time, Shailu. Just fuck me slow, my little husband.” I paused to relax a little, just lying over her, panting for breath. she took my head and held it against her heaving breasts tenderly savoring my manliness.Once rested, I pulled. I think I'm in luv. Omg he was amazing.No pics, but I was in my 6 inch cum fuck me pumps, had on an opaque black body stocking with red fishnet thigh highs on top of it, a frilly lacey black ultra miniskirt, black Lacey top with my corset underneath tied real tight to give me a little bit of waist, my best padded push up, short red Bobb wig, red lips, blue eyshadow etc. gotta say,I was looking pretty hott and all the guys said so.One white guy followed me into the theater and sat next to me,. I feel the warmth coming off his body. I feel his breath on my arm as he leaned in close to the paper, watching me write out how I worked through the math. I can also feel him breathe in my scent and perfume. I can also feel his hand…wandering from my lower back to my A-line skirt covered ass. The angle and width of the podium means that no one can see what his non-writing hand is doing behind me.I decide to ignore the hand on my ass in favor of finishing the problem. Or at least I would have.