Our evening visits were the highlight of my week. For the first three weeks, we would begin by making out for a while. Once I was good and horny, Rina...took charge. She told me to take off my clothes (which I was only too happy to do) and would then have me massage and worship her body. Despite the fact that I was naked from the start, Rina usually only allowed me brief glimpses of her body. I would rub her feet, lick her toes, or anything else she fancied, all the while becoming more horny. Storm interrupts my thoughts at that point, her eyes widening as she says slowly, “Oh, Kurt. Even there?” I just nod. What else can I do?She stares for a moment at the intricate symbols. I can almost hear her thinking what she wants to ask: “Didn’t that hurt?” But she never says it. Perhaps she is intuitive enough to realize what the answer has to be.“I think that’s beautiful,” she finally concludes, as a broad smile spreads over her face. “It matches the rest of your body. But how did. I told its 38 and he was licking his lips. Slowly he started feeling my boobs and I stopped him. He said that he loves me too much and begged me to let him do what he likes. I thought for a while and decided to let him do as he anyway would be my husband shortly. He started caressing and pressing my boobs on top of my saree and blouse. I was moaning and asked him to be slow and gentle. I was enjoying his every touch and press.He stopped doing that after some time and I was thinking why he did. While sitting on the commode peeing, I felt something thump me on the back of my head. When I turned around and looked, I was in shock. About a foot above the back of the commode there was this hard thick throbbing cock pointing at my face. It was sticking through a hole someone had cut in the wall. I was kind of shy so it was the first time that I’d ever seen a cock in my 17-years. I quickly finished peeing, pulled up my pants and reached for the stall door handle, but at the last minute I.