His tongue teasing it and going in circles around it. She puts her face next to his head, taking in the smell of his hair. The smell intoxicated her s...nses, as her body responded to his warm mouth. His mouth moves to her other breast, biting making her moan out in pain and pleasure. Her hands run up and down his back making scratch marks as they go. This drove his passion even harder for this blonde haired vixen. He knew he wanted her for his and would make her feel it when her made love to. I guess he realized I was going to get the hell out of there quick so he cleared his throat to gain my attention. I paused for perhaps five seconds at the most, just enough to give him time to speak. He said “Where are you going? Don’t leave.” I was taken aback that he didn’t sound like a serial killer. His voice sounded young like mine. I slowly turned toward the stalls fully expecting to see someone straight out of the film Deliverance holding a switchblade. Instead I saw a tanned muscular. She was standing between me and the window, so her figure appeared more like a silhouette to me. As I watched her I saw that her shoulders were gently shaking. I went up to her. She was crying. What happened?” I asked. "Sar, I’m a poor village woman," she said, wiping her tears with her sari, "I don’t know anything about this world. Please don’t harm me…" I touched her shoulders. "I already promised you that," I said. "Now come and lie on the bed." "No," she cried and tried to jerk my hands off. A couple of shirts and skirts. Since I had no new under garments I decided to try my mothers cupboard. There I found a couple of nighties which I thought would be OK for me. Since I used to sleep in my brothers old t shirts I never had any night wear. It was not a problem as everybody had a separate room. There was only one problem with the nightie. They were backless and the straps and neck were quite deep. When I tried those on the nightie was not even till my upper thigh. It was just.