Nisha was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt with skin fit jeans. Akram laughing agreed and said that he would like to have me wearing it, but I always disa...greed and he is going to get me a couple of dresses today and we both left.On the way Akram bought me a couple of jeans and t-shirts and asked me to wear it and feel comfortable since he was ok with the concept of me wearing this type of dresses, but could not force due to my and his parents and wishes, also he said that he will have it informed. I had been in it once or twice before, but that was when I was selling fundraiser stuff for school. And it was to the previous owners, so it was completely different than before. He led me to the laundry room and he told me to take off my shorts and he'd wash them really quickly. I had no qualms dropping my shorts in front of a guy. So I had them off in a jiffy. But, he must have smelled my recent activities and asked if I needed to wash my underwear, too. So, I quickly lost those.There I. I watched as Kerri bit her bottom lip, I expected contact any second, but I was unsure how or where on her body he would touch first. After a few long moments it finally came, as Kip placed his hand firmly onto the rear of her left thigh.Kips hand rested briefly for a moment, before continuing to move upward and inward. From my seat next to the bed it didn’t look like his touch seem rough, but at the same time it didn’t look gentle either. I heard my wife gasp again as Kip’s hand slid between. I managed to stroke my cock through the panties with my free hand, while I stroked his big balls with the other. I heard him say, "That's it bitch, gag on that black fuckstick!! little fag boy likes that black dick, huh?" He doesn't realize I won't speak only moan in response, and this seems to anger him to the point he starts pounding at my face with his steel hard fuckstick. I moan more the way he's dominating me like a slut. He says, "O.k. You don't want to answer me, you only gonna moan.