I loved being a sissy girl and I loved being Akhila.So let’s get started with this latest incident. It was late one evening and I was alone at home ...as my parents left me for the weekend to attend a family function. I was all alone. Near my house, there is a construction site for an apartment and that’s where Aamir works.Now, for a little backstory. Aamir is a strong muscular guy, with nice broad shoulders and a wheatish complexion from Nagpur, who stays in a hut along with the other workers at. His strong hands slowly and gently spread my ass cheeks and I felt a thick finger entering my tight asshole. I jumped a little and moaned as I guessed his intentions…He pulled out his finger and then his tongue alternated between licking and probing my very tight rosebud. I began to grind my ass back against his mouth, feeling the sensations he was giving me. But then another finger began rubbing my pussy lips. I moaned.Jackson asked if I liked his tongue in my ass and I giggled, saying I loved. Now he had to give Meg twelve strokes of the cane and ass fuck her.That didn’t bother Mr Spencer one bit , in fact her relished the idea but he was curious as to Megs change of her usual perfect conduct.Meg was in class and wondering when she would be sent for. She knew it would happen but not when. Meg felt the butterfly’s again and a strange mixture of fear and sexual excitement . Eight strokes of the cane was surely going to hurt but she had loved the cuntal and anal examination Mr. The men were moaning with pleasure, whispering encouraging things but apart from their cocks, the director clearly thought they were irrelevant; the camera stayed permanently on the girl’s face as she took first one, then the other shaft deep into her throat, her free hand active between her thighs, playing with her vulva.From the heaving of her chest and the flush on her face, she was clearly massively aroused. This wasn’t one of the corny, staged videos I had seen before; this was a real girl.