‘I am the owner, please relax and enjoy your meal,’ she added, walking off back to the kitchen area, as her flip flops made clapping noises. She s...emed to be in her mid thirties, dark black hair neatly tied back, golden brown complexion, and just slightly plump. She was wearing a dress that flowed to her knees, with her thick calf muscles on clear display. The dress had thin straps at the top which showed most of her shoulders as well as outlining her majestic bust. The smile she gave through. I am 22, with a height of 5’10 working in an MNC in Hyderabad. Please comment or provide feedback to the story at . This part is a continuation of “Rain! Rain! Please come again! Part-1”. To understand this story better please read the previous part.After tasting her vagina and tasting her juices, we are on the bed side by side facing the ceiling and relaxing. In 5 mins or so, she caught my dick over my pants and was moving it to and fro. In a short span of time, my dick is back into action.. It was all in vain, the tentacle-man was too strong for her, she couldnt even hold her legs together anymore. He pulled them apart and started to move his tentacles along her thighs. As much as she tried to somehow move away, her body started to enjoy the strange sensations. Her mind split between disgust and pleasure, she couldnt stop but get all heated up, her nipples the first to betray her. That seemed to turn the creatures attention away from her legs. It tore her shirt to shreds and. “Your turn, honey,” I say. He gets up and stretches, gives me a quick smile, and shuts himself in the bathroom. I hear the water and the sound of him starting his shower. I move quickly to get my plan ready. I brush out my long, wet hair and get dressed in my naughtiest purple lingerie and a matching purple thong. Then I reach under the bed for my box of toys and remove a bullet vibrator, handcuffs and an eye mask. I turn on the reading lamps for a soft glow and switch off the overhead light,.