I felt the wetness in my panty. My vaginal lips were bolting. I imagined the presence of Rakhi’s tongue in my ass hole made me jump. My throat and t...ongue. Became wet. I finished the dinner in a hurry and when to my room. I locked my room and stood in front of the mirror. I was wearing an yellow t shirt and a grey pants. I looked at my own body. I looked at my boobs and slowly caressed it with my hands. The pressure inside me was biting out. I slowly removed my clothes and stood nude in front of. At the tender age of fourteen, she had moved him to Brixton in England to follow his father. Moving to a new country had been an eye-opener. He had got into a lot of trouble in Brixton.His mother was part Australian Aboriginal and his father part African even though his ancestors hadn’t lived in Africa for centuries. He knew that his father was tall with skin a little darker than his, which resembled lightly tanned leather. Only the Gods knew what else he had in his genes.All the same, as far. ? She said with a smile. I wish you could have seen the look on her face when I slapped her across the face. I mean she was stunned. I wasted no time in chiding her. ?It’s Mistress Star Wanda. Or you may simply call me Miss. Got it slut?? She blushed beet red. ?Yes Mistress Star, of course. Please forgive me Miss.? Good we were over that part. I thought she’d be mad. I had to take the lead on this and had a loosely made plan. ?Well bitch,? I said in my sluttiest voice. ?Aren’t. 5 million dollar prize sold at this store still unclaimed. Numbers 2, 4, 7, 14, 25, 36, 39 and bonus number 33.”“That reminds me, I still haven’t checked the tickets I bought myself on your birthday,” Wendy commented as Dan went to the aisle for his favourite sweet topping. She stood at the counter to check her numbers.Wendy glanced from her quick pick of five rows of numbers to the board. “I’d be happy winning ten dollars,” she said to no one. The first and second rows of numbers weren’t even.