Rani had all the practiced movements of a real pro. Arti couldn’t believe it. Without missing a beat, she spun around again, kneeling, thighs spread... wide. She then leaned back and, again without looking, put a hand over the far edge of the table. When she pulled back up, she was holding a beautiful 12-inch life like rubber cock that was covered in gulab jamun syrup. Rani shook her head, her beautiful mane of black hair falling away from her face. There was a look of pure unadulterated lust in. Back at the flat, we finally had the chance for proper a catch up. She had broken up with her boyfriend since I had last seen her and she was obviously still quite upset about it. At one point, as she told me about what happened, I could see that she was close to tears and so I moved to sit next to her on the sofa, trying to comfort her.“Hey,” I said as I rubbed her shoulders consolingly, “we don’t have to talk about this.”“It’s okay,” she replied, fighting back tears, “I haven’t really had. Her legs were parted slightly and the bottom of her dressing gown was now d****d over either side of them and I could clearly see her pussy and my cock started to react even more. Suddenly she turned and looked into the mirror and smiled at me. “I think that can wait Mike,” she said, standing up and pulling her dressing gown open. The breasts that she revealed weren't over large but for her age were still beautifully shaped, and each one was tipped with an already erect nipple. Down below. I noticed that he was sitting in the corner rubbing his pecker through his pants while I was getting a real cock in bed.“Anyway, later that night I complained about how he embarrassed me by playing with himself while a “real man” was fucking me. He apologized like mad and was really embarrassed. He didn’t know that I already had the chastity belt in the house. I acted real mad and asked him if he would do me a favor – namely, wear a chastity belt just for twenty-four hours to see if he could do.