I wasn't, and I’m still not, but his invalidation of my very core identity would always send a shiver through me.He told me to have shower, to clean... up as we were going back to his place. He told me he was having friends over and he had a special job for me. Maybe the gist of it was obvious, but the possibilities terrified me, but also excited me. As I washed myself I couldn't help but find my fingers drifting down to my pussy, coming up against my clit. But then I remembered, he had ordered me. At which point he undid his jeans, pulled his white briefs aside and lets his long black cock hang out. it took only a few squeezes and strokes from me before it started to fatten up.i was nervous so at that point, i let go of the large pink head and suggested we move on. he was disappointed but was ok. he continue to press his insistence but went onto to say that his fetish was feet would i let him smell mine.hell yes... we found another quiet area and i leaned back against the parking meter. Ulle yaaravathu irunthaal thaan theriyum. Ennai neraga pengal toiletkul azhaithu sendru kathavai thapal potu ennai irukamaaga kati pidithu thadavinaan. Enakum kaama sugam thaangaamal susi enaku kidaithu vitan endru irukamaaga kati pidithu urasinen.Iruvarukum kaamam thee pol patriyathu, avan ennai kati pidikukm pozhuthu muthugil kai vaithu thadavi konde en suuthirku sendraan. En suuthu thukalaaga sexyaga irukum athil kai vaithu thadavi azhuthinaan. Pinbu en kanathai pidithu ithazhil mutham. BackgroundFor some time my husband and I have been fantasizing about other men fucking me. We even use fake cocks to enhance our fantasies, with both of us sucking them before he slides them into my wet pussy, saying things like, “God I love watching other men like this guy fucking you. Look how far up your cunt his cock is, you fucking slut,” or “Do you like fucking other men in front of your husband?”I then fuel the fantasy by replying like this, “Yes, I love being a slut for you,” and “After.