Knowing she was making him feel good, serving his needs and desires. Not making him have to tell her how to please him. Thinking only of his pleasure....She moved up and down his shaft. Occasionally she would get a taste of his salty precum.They had just recently decided they were happiest in their relationship when she was completely submissive. He'd spent some time training her, challenging her to relinquish all control and rights to him. She so wanted to please him! To totally and willingly. I admired her choice for panty & with shy she bent a little to ask me what. In process her sari slide down & rested on her arm which she was not aware. It exposed both her milk pots which made my further job a lot easier.I stood up & said now it’s the turn of your breast as you have to keep record. Before she can realize I ask her from where you want me to measure them, from front or back? She said back. I went behind her. Her sari already fell before, so I had no difficulty in measure. I. Oh, and we both had strawberry international. We talked about nothing and everything while we were chowing down. Then it was time for our second cup of coffee.I was smiling to beat the band. I'd never gotten a woman without having to lay out the moolah: well, except for that stint in Manila while I was in the army; that'd been good duty."Busy next Saturday?" I said. "I was thinkin' maybe we could go for a drive or somethin'." Her look suddenly took on a decidedly questioning cast."Ozzie?" she. "Mmm," she moaned as she lapped it up. I asked her to take me in her mouth and in one movement she had inserted as much of me into her mouth as possible.It felt amazing; better than anything I had felt before. Up and down, I told her. Now she was really starting to get into it—I was in heaven.After five minutes of pure ecstasy, I began to feel an orgasm coming so I asked her to stop. I then asked her to stand up and strip for me; she agreed and stood up. I was so excited to see my sister.