Ben smirked at the cheerleader before him, a picture of sexuality, really, her arms tied tightly behind her back, her legs spread & tied to each separ...ate leg of the chair she was bound to, a makeshift gag wrapped around her mouth, not through it, & of course - her cheerleading uniform intact. The brunette twisted nervously on the seat, her bare feet flexing as they tried to flatten on the cold polished wooden floors of the empty school gymnasium. Her tiny feet weren’t comfortably planted in a. On the right wall was the cue sticks and rack. Next to the rack was a tall oak tower stand, a bowl of powder and blue cue stick chalk sat atop it. A fifties juke box was on the opposite wall, subtly lighting up the room. Pictures of fifties icons decorated the walls. Pinball machines were sitting in each far corner. Two black vinyl bar stools were on each side of the many tall round tables against each wall. The end of the room were five floor to ceiling windows. The view of the L-shaped. "Fuck me," I said to Haroun. "Fuckme like the dirty American slut that I am. Shove you big fat cock insideme and use my ass like a pussy."As I was talking, Haroun lubed up his shaft. I reached down inside mypanties and adjusted my own hard cock and balls so that they were hangingout through the open crotch. Haroun placed one hand on my waist as helined his cock up with my eager asshole. As soon as I felt the head pressbetween my ass cheeks I pushed back.The butt plugs had done their job. My mom had no hair on her legs and her armpits were silky smooth. I knew she shaved her armpits regularly. As I joined college, when I was eighteen, I also wanted my armpits and legs clean to be able to wear sleeveless dress and short skirts. One day, I tried mom’s razor and shaved away all the hair on my legs & thighs. But I didn’t feel easy about running the razor in my armpits.’ ‘When mom noticed my smooth legs, she asked if I shaved my armpits too. (‘Bogol er chul kamiyechho?’). My answer.