So I immediately without wasting time slid my hand inside her leggings and to my surprise she was dripping like water fall. She was completely wet and...I started rubbing her vagina and started masturbating her. She was arching her back with pleasure. And I was rubbing her pussy more vigorously. My finger was sliding into her pussy as it was so wet.i took my hand out taste my fingers filled with her juices and again put it inside and started rubbing and I was touching my dick in her ass from. She felt more alive, more eager than she had all day.A half-naked woman walking down the aisle would have stopped everyone in their tracks anywhere but Hubbard * Associates. Here she got a few nods, and that was it. The women were mostly just as bare as she was, that is from the waist down. The men were, too, the difference being that their cocks wobbled and wiggled as they walked. A few of those cocks were a bit redder than others, suggesting they'd been used recently.Meeting Room 10-F was. I slowly placed my hand around her waist. She was wearing a churidar which had an opening from the side and it was showing the vest and end of the pant.Slowly, I moved my hand further and looked around. When I was about to move near her crotch, my maid’s daughter suddenly held my hand and placed it back on her waist (usually women have the instincts).My heart skipped a beat. And now I was forcing my right hand inside the back side of her pant. She tried to resist that time, but she never turned. The high ceilings were necessary since the looms were driven by leather belts powered by a steam engine. It was loud in here when everything was running,” Mary said.“Do you have pictures of it in operation?” Carl asked.“Yes, I do. I’d love to show them to you, sometime,” Mary said.Hammond interrupted, “I’m Hammond Steward.”“Hammond? That’s an odd first name. You don’t run into many men named Hammond. In fact, I think you’re the first one I’ve ever met with that first name. I once knew a Don.