One day she asked me if I would come to her art one evening for a dinner party with some of her friends. I agreed but was leary of going as I didn't k...now these other people she was referring to as friends. Were they her age more or less? Were there any men attending? Would we have some alone time after the party? I didn't let it bother me but I was curious as to how to act, what to bring, what to wear? None of that mattered. I would just go with my gut. The night came and I. It sounded like she was talking to a co-worker about possible itineraries for an event a month from now. She had not told me to stop, so I continued to tease, although slowly. Her voice faltered a couple of times. She apologized and made up an excuse about funny videos on the TV. I pushed and teased a little faster, just to see how far I could push her. Her legs were trembling, but she was able to calmly finish up and say goodbye. As soon as the line disconnected, she cried out and came hard.. His eyes could not avoid the silky black flesh of the huge thighs before him, and the black flaps of the juiced cunt at their base, which was being fingered by its owner. Mother Fifi looked at him with a half-smile of arrogant serenity, her huge shiny breasts wobbling gently to display her rock hard nipples as she pleasured the clitoris which poked pink from beneath its dusky hood. Her eyes met his as other women sat with her, smiling wickedly at him, knowing he’d been chosen for a display. He brought two pieces of cloth and me tie in their mouth… We tied them and then Arun said I can’t wait anymore and he cleared all the juice from the pussy of Ayesha and made it dry I also did the same when Arun started to put his tool inside the pussy it was not going inside because it was a virgin pussy and was very small. Then Arun saw the bottle of oil kept in the table that we used to put in buttons of the trumpets. He put some oil in her pussy and kept some on his tool and started putting.