Maine kaha bus toh woh boli haa toh maine kaha nahi yeh toh suraat hai mai jaa ke unki choot phir chtne laga jab mai unki choot chat raha tha toh unki... choot se mera chik toda nikal raha tha 10 min ke baad mera lund khada hua toh mujhe malum tha ki yeh shot marne mai mujhe kam se kam 45 minute lage gaa paani nikal ne mai maine unko khada kiya aur unke pheeche chala gaya unko laga ki mai inki choot mai lund dalu ga par maine unki gaand mai do ungli daali aur apna lund unki gaand mai dalne laga. There was even one particularly prevalent rumor that stated it was with Mr. Baker. You see, there was another rumor floating around that they both were gay. I didn't really care one way or the other what he did, since his being gone gave me time to think and have a little fun of my own. Most of the time, I just did the work and let my mind wander. At sixteen, most of my thoughts were filled with what my first time would be like. I didn't hold out hope that it would be soon or anything, but it. "Owww, yes, I understand," she growled.'Obviously you don't," I quickly reply. Releasing her hair and standing up I order Becky, "Tell her what she did wrong slave." You should have said 'I understand, Sir'" she instructs Lisa."Well, I think its time for your first punishment slut. She'll learn the new rules very quickly, won't she slave?" I asked Becky."Yes Master, I know I did" she replied wistfully."Wait. No. I'm sorry. Stop. I understand Sir. I get it," she pleaded desperately.Walking over. I would get excited. We eventually began sharing pictures and even went so far as to begin leaving each other voice mails. I know, it doesn’t sound much different than most online relationships, but you helped me find myself. With you, I am safe to explore my fantasies and my darkest desires. And that brings me to my favorite part of our story.My phone rings and it is you. As per our game, I don’t answer and wait for you to finish your voicemail. I love hearing your voice. Your voice caresses.