Since she had moved closer, I could feel her tits rubbing against my thighs, slippery with the water.She pressed forward, slowly but inexorably, until...she had taken my full length down her throat. I leaned forward slightly to protect her face from the shower as she looked up, gazing directly into my eyes as she held me in her throat and swallowed.I was starting to struggle. The sensations were becoming overwhelming as Amanda slowly pulled back off my cock until she held only the head in her. Also she asked my contact number.I was shocked by her boldness and desperateness. Whatever I took my mobile phone and opened that dial pad and gave it to her.She understood what I meant and took it from me and dialled her number and with the ring in her phone everyone around us realized what happened. So they also tried to touch her. But she hurriedly got down as her stop came.All men near me were quite disappointed by her leaving and missing their chance. Some were saying bad words about me. It was with some embarrassment that I unzipped my skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I began to pick it up when you stopped me. "Turn around, spread your legs and then pick up your skirt". My cheeks burned hot as I bent over exposing myself to you. As my hands reached the floor you told me to stop and hold that position. Once more binding my hands behind my back you say, "I think I've found a nice little slut here, but, let's see". Having noticed that the thong was only held. My sister had already left for her college early in the morning. I could feel my hands going cold and my penis going fully erect as I approached the terrace toilet.The sight my mother squatting over the squat toilet facing me was unbearable. Earlier she had changed into a fitted yellow kameez shirt and her pink leggings were closely sticking to her thighs and legs. Her pink chunni was wrapped around her neck and her hair were tied in a bun. The smell of her fruity perfume filled the toilet.“I.