Oh no, that’s not the whole story. It was one I knew of, one Michael promised to take me to a thousand times. Before he… well, hell, before he bro...ke it off with me. No word, no explanation, just… gone after a, “I can’t do this anymore.” I’m too sexual to sit on the sidelines, and I can only masturbate so much at home before it gets old. So I went. Instead of waiting for someone else to promise to take me, I took myself. I made it an occasion, too. Black dress. Fishnet thigh highs with my. We sat together in my room and were listening to the 90’s Bollywood romantic hits. We were sitting close to each other and started getting carried away with the songs. I slowly put my arms around her and held her close to me.I started rubbing my cheeks on her cheeks and started kissing her ears. This made us both feel the heat. I took a chance ,held face her in my palms and kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and I was sucking her lips as I had seen the love making process in porn CDs. I was. He draged Tammy down the basement, she was naked. He had riped her clothes off. She saw the post and hesitated. Attached to the post was a very thick rubber cock. It was wider at the base and about 8 inches long, sticking out from the post. It was level with her pussy. She turn to say something and he brought the leather tawse across her ass. She screamed moving forward a red make across her white cheeks. MOUNT THE COCK NOW.... She looked at it shaking with fear and excitment. SMACKKKKKKKKKK. I felt so nice, I started to kiss her thighs and all around her pussy but did not touch her pussy. Purposely graced her pussy twice or thrice and she gave out a low moan to that.After few minutes she could not stand my teasing and caught my ears and pushed me into her pussy. She started to smother me and moving her pussy hard on my face. She was using my face to get off and I could not ask for more joy. I was loving it.In a few minutes my tongue was getting tired but she was close and I could.