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Languages: English

Location: Boobie's Land

Body Decorations: Tattoos

Smokes/Drinks: Yes / Ocasionally

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 36

Body Type: Curvy with HUGE BOOBIES

Donnamarlen Bongacams - This was at the flat.

Syd put it to her face to taste. She was so embarrassed that she started to shake. She knew she looked like an embarrassment. Savvy men want something to drink, drink and be embarrassed about. Maybe it's something she's afraid of. Maybe she's afraid of the rep if people think she's innocent. She's afraid of the disappointing of her friends, by the ones she's confident in. She's embarrassed of being used by other men. What she wants is for Donnamarlen Bongacams to be a good little boy. He needs to be protected and taken care of. He needs to be protected from other boys, even at school. She was only ten when she had her first orgasm, and shy at first. She started to talk to boys at school. Savvy enough to know if you were caught talking back then, you were probably hungover. Syd would reach into her bag, and brought out the clothes she liked to wear for him. By then she was walking down the street, looking and dressing like a pervert.

She loved the way boys dressed her like a commodity. Umbrella sort of gives you vision. To her, a leopard print shirt with a full zipper, and she'd have it on cut-off to reveal the cut-up underneath. She'd have him playfully reach over her head to pull down her top. Or she'd pull down her tank top, leaving her breasts hanging like hulking trophies. She'd playfully shove a pair of those full nylons into her cunt or mouth, and giggle at the men watching. They'd want to hear her, plead her case, but they'd get no closer than her ass. So, for her little exhibition, she'd step right up and leave them be. Keep going, she'd announce to the astonished men gathered in the tiny cafe that had sprung up on the corner of the big dance floor. One by one, the club goers would come over. Syd would tell them how sexy they were, moan how they made her feel, and ask how they were using her. Each one would make a promise to use her better, to do things that she could never get enough of in her lonely, sexual world. That they'd take her in their arms, and take her home and make her love her better, and they'd all come over and spend the night making her come. After their own drinks, she'd lead them to their cars, lock them in, and bring them home. All the while, she'd show them how to play her electronic devices like a fiddle. Predictably, each of them would say, quite sternly, "I didn't do that, Ma'am." And they'd all go back to the dance floor, but for some reason they'd remained deeply enflamed, and that day, they wouldn't talk or confide what they'd had to do. Syd would start bringing in new men that night, and the invitation to stay the night was more tantalizing than ever.

What they all shared, besides Sebastian and I, was that, while quite conservative, they all felt liberated, and that the dawn of the digital era was dawning. It didn't take them long at all, to setting up their personal little network of friends, scattered all over the globe, and with it, their sexual lives. It only took them several months to get all that way. That's how simple it is. If you've got the cash, you can send people to other addresses, with different people, at will. That means you can send people to meet the people you want, at any time, anywhere, at any place. And, trust me, once you've got someone, you'll use them however you want, for whatever you want, at any cost. I don't know about you, but I certainly wouldn't use my friends to exploit this, and certainly wouldn't tell my parents. Even though they might not like it, as a society we've fallen into the habits of the larger society. That means, unless you're a mega-rich business mogul, your friends are more likely to take the time to seduce a younger, curvier woman, rather than attempting to exploit her whole personality, and that alone. Most men, myself included, were disgusted with the way Valentino exploited women. However, I had the cash, and the balls, and the will to do what I wanted. It just took me a little while to convince my parents, and finally to convince my boyfriend. Of course, they wanted to try him, but that would have to be one for the ages. Anyway, after we all hung our heads in mutual delectation, and we retired to our rooms, I went to my separate room and fished out my very fussed up computer. I hurled myself at Valentino's chest, not enough to punctuate the message, but tight enough to leave a print..

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