Finally he rolled off her and lay panting beside her.“How was that for you?” He asked. She rolled to him.“Great, as always,” she lied.“You ...ere very graphic about young Paul. Seems like you’ve thought about the boy.”Brenda smiled at her husband.“Doesn’t every mother wonder how her son will fuck?”David grinned and rolled off the bed.“Just as long as theory doesn’t turn practical, “he said as he threw his clothes back on. “I got to go. I was only on my way through. Got a meeting and I’ll be. So we managed to take leave and directly meet at our friend Sneha’s house. I just couldn’t admire my girlfriend’s dressing sense.She was wearing some traditional dress.It was sleeve-less and most of her upper back was exposed in it some of the dress lines getting crisscrossed over her bare skin.The top of her dress ended just a little above her navel. If she was not careful you could see her navel.The lowers of her dress were made of matching coloured leggings on top of it and she had a odhni. "Please. I need to cum." I beseeched her.She laughed again as she started the feather downward retracing her path, again carefully avoiding touching my aching member on her way to my feet. She giggled as she threw the feather back into the cardboard box, rummaging around for something else."Dammit Rita. Let me fucking cum. I can't stand it anymore." I yelled at her which only brought a bigger grin to her face."Be quiet Jimmy or I will have to use this." She pulled a ball gag from the box waving. Gary was rewarded by a chorus of horns from passing motorists as they slowly drove by in bumper to bumper traffic and noticed the way I'm dressed and his hand on my butt. He grinned all the way to work.By the time we arrived, Jimmie was getting ready to open the shop; turning on lights and putting signs out in the front advertising the services available. He already had coffee perking in the waiting room.The shop doesn't open for another fifteen minutes. Gary led me into his small office on the.