I had to lower my sunglasses to my face, to hide my look of lust…The young black man seemed to be determined to do more than rub his cock on my butt... He slightly moved one hand underneath my skirt. He was doing it slow and he was very discreet. Looking into the window reflection, I could not guess what was going on but I could feel his hand moving up and towards my pussy.I really did not know what to do. I could make a scene or let this man have his way. The confusion and arousal made my heart. But the very next day I was heart broken to see kumkum on her forehead I understood what that meant. Contradictingly from that point on smiles were exchanged more often but no actual words were spoken that’s because we have to yell at each other to make ourselves clear. Her dressing pattern did not change. She was sending me both affirmative and off-putting signals and I was confused. In fact from then on she didn’t even bother to look uneasy even though she knew I was there watching her. I. I knew that even through my varied sex life, I’d never been stuffed with something the size of the chunk of latex covered rubber that was buried in my rectal cavity, and yet the feeling of fulfillment was better than anything I’d known in Mistress’ bed, up until that night. As Mistress achieved maximum penetration with that huge bit of rubber, and pressed her thighs against mine, I felt as if I was being split wide open, yet the effect on the pleasure centers inside my body was overwhelmingly. “And I have found a way to enjoy my own company, though it embarrasses me to say it.”“Don’t be embarrassed,” I chuckled. “It is the world’s oldest pastime. I am glad you have found pleasure in yourself on our long lonely journey.” She turned her face and her lips met mine. In a few moments, our kiss had exceeded the fond pecks we had become accustomed to. She was inexperienced, but a quick learner when I touched her lips with my tongue. The caress of her hand on my breast sent shivers up my.
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