The tasty cum was being mixed with our saliva. The cum was travelling back and forth into our mouths. Until at last she most of it, and left me some. ...We drank it down. We felt slutty and we started laughing together. I knew then where I got such a slutty attitude. And she then said :"Mo pou fer pitin moi ossi parfois[I`ll act as a slut sometimes.]" The very next morning I found her naked in the kitchen drinking her tea. yes completely bare. Her big boobs, pussy and ass were out. Like me. I went. However I still made the most of the outfit I was wearing and chose to finish laying on my back, with my legs spread out, I had spent the last 2 hours really playing with my nipples which was sore but now constantly hard and sticking out. I removed the plug, lubed up my finger and set about attacking my prostate. It felt incredible to be able to dial in on that sensitive spot and resisting the urge to stroke myself I instead resolved to just grip the base and squeeze my balls. My index finger. Like all braces, these were painful at first and it took me a few weeksto get used to them. Once I had them installed, Oba began to have medress more and more Kawaii. I quit wearing my office attire and beganto dress exclusively in pleated skirts and plaid rompers, my straightbangs supplemented by pigtails and ribbons or a hairbow. Despite theincreasingly cool weather, my skirts were shorter than ever, and I hadto be careful not to let my panties show. She had bought a dozen tightgaffs to. Madame President saw me come through the door and frowned. Not a good start."I'm sorry," I explained. "I overslept." Obviously," she answered, looking at me critically. I was considerably more disheveled than my usual prim and proper self. "Are you all right? You're walking as if you are in pain."I realized that I was walking as if I still had a penis between my legs. "Oh, no, I'm fine. The bed ... the bed in the hotel was uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. I have a crick in my back. You know,.