“You bet I did Ms. Smith”“Were both pretty sweaty we should clean ourselves up.”Ms. Smith tapped me on the ass as I followed her to the girls ...locker room.Ms. Smith threw her clothes to the ground revealing her shaved pussy as she entered the shower and turned on the water. I watched her beautiful body shined as the water hit her body. “Don’t just stand there get that cute ass in here” Ms. Smith seductively exclaimed. I got out of my clothes and threw them next to hers. As I got into the shower. I always wonder how would that feel after seeing their pics online and how big they are. I never thought i will have them soon, i was talking to this black guy online for month and he really got me so horny i couldn't say no when he ask me to meet him at his place.when i got their my heart was pounding so hard i can feel it on my throat.first time i meet him he was very very nice personwe sit on his couch he had game on rocket vs laker when game was over i was his toy for few hours he took me. My head swims and I can’t think. His hands are a revelation in themselves. I can feel their rough, calloused skin slide under my shirt, lightly scraping me. They come to a rest right under my breasts, kneading the flesh there. I desperately want to feel them palming my mounds, pinching my already hard nipples. His thumbs are making small circles, gradually working their way under my bra. I slide my hands from his chest to his neck and pull him harder into the kiss. I need to feel his skin. But unless he killed me tonight, sooner or later he’d need to sleep. So what? So I’d still be alive.Wexler lifted up and examined the instruments in that leather kit, one by one. It wasn’t to torment me — I didn’t have that impression at all. In fact, he was so focused, so businesslike, that it terrified me more than if he’d been slapping me around, frothing at the mouth.Vanessa had been right — foreplay. Wexler had been toying with me. Been ahead of me all along. Running me off the road. My.