Her legs tightened together as her pussy contracted around the cock that was inside her.Once she had come down from her high, I pulled myself from her... with an audible whine from her. I guided her back off the desk and turned her around so to lift her back up onto the desk. She let her ass just hang over the edge as she lay back on the desk. I lifted her legs up which were still stuck Together by her pants around her ankles. She crossed them over and held them up in place as I re entered her hot. I was very comfortable being Daddy's toy and being able to dress up and be a gurl at times. Daddy didn't care that I wore panties all the time now, and he knew that I would go lingerie shopping and buy cute outfits to go out to the club in with Tommy. He just said that I could do what I wanted with Tommy but HE didn't want me as a gurl and that I was his turned out boi bitch to him.I was fine with that, I loved Daddy for showing me who I really was.Then one night I was just sitting around. I’m 23 now and I have fucked a lot of women till today but no woman had such lush hair on their pussies like Nirmala aunty. Also her big milky hanging boobs still make my cock erect. After that I have seen many aunties’ boobs but everything would turn pale when I remembered Nirmala aunty. I spent most of my childhood days fantasizing Nirmala aunty and the white milky boobed Muslim aunty. This was my childhood. As the years passed the images of Nirmala aunty slowly faded away from my memory and. “So you will take the spanking then.” Jan stated rather than questioned.“What? Yes! I mean no.” he stumbled taking a small step back, raising his hands up in defense. “I mean this is silly, um, can’t we just forget about this.” he shifted nervously.“Look, Gaden.” Jan began, southern accent more prominent than before. “You obviously feel that you need a spanking or seem to like getting them, otherwise you would have never written that note. I am going to give you five seconds to decide then your.