Pulling me to him, I’m alarmed to see my pussy in line with his eyes, his mouth, his face. “Come sit,” he says, as he scoops me back into his la.... My head leans back onto his arm, as he uses the other hand to stroke my pussy. I feel the wetness coming. The excitement feels like a pinch straight from my pussy to my lungs, and I’m holding my breath. “I’m going to touch you now. You’re doing great,” he says as he pulls my panties to one side. I feel his fingers touching the nub of my clit, and I. Days were confusing. Amy and I still met each day, and we still discussed all the things that we always did; however there was an undertone to all our conversations, and at any moment she might demand something of me, and I would comply. In addition to small chores, the rubdowns continued. I did her feet, her back, her head, her neck. It culminated on Saturday, when Amy insisted that I come over late in the afternoon.When I arrived, Amy was in her bathrobe, and she told me to follow her. His eyes remained haunted, his posture was stooped, his gaunt profile, once chunky, now very thin, stood meekly.He took a piece of folded paper from his pocket. He found his glasses and read from the paper."My soul hath long dwelt with him that hated peace, but, now, I am peace."Bill folded the paper and put it back into his pocket. He thanked everyone for coming and looked Brittnay and her folks in the eyes, nodded politely and then he walked back into his clinic, unceremoniously.Brittnay. Alex pulled the half-naked Savita into his arms, and told her that he had put down the deposit, and hired a contractor, and all they needed to proceed was her approval.Excited, Savita expressed her approval not only for the location, but also to take things further in their celebration. She pressed her boobs, spilling over the tight bra, into his chest, and kissed him hungrily, while pulling him even closer by wrapping her leg around him.What was left of her saree, and her petticoat hitched up,.