“You need to be thanking me and praising me.” Again I smiled and began wondering why I couldn’t say no. slow down there sweetie.” Barry cautioned me. Indian Sex Barry was sitting back with a smile and a handful of cock, cheering me on while I was wiggling and shaking my sweet little butt. I think, that subconsciously I wanted to be drunkenly seduced and thereby being forced to take that first step. “Well. …OK.”
“Hold on a minute. …” Then he returned and told me to drop my pants. The lights were low and Barry was laying back on the couch in his bikini briefs, looking to sexy as hell. Barry grabbed a tube of lube next to him and squirt some on his fingers and, pulling my panties aside began to slip a finger in, while looking in my eyes. “Just a vitamin shot. please?”
“If you want to touch it you have to open my pants.”
I hesitantly started unbuttoning and I could feel my heart pound. “This is not a penis. … Barry finished the drinks and passed them out, saving mine for last, mumbling something about it being special.
