She was so overwhelmed, I began to slow down. She screamed "No, No - Don't Stop! Keep Going!" We continued on, with great force - intensely sexual, bu... not damaging. She was so incredibly responsive, it was clear she'd never had any level of intense sexual play, since she'd only ever had sex with her husband - and, it appears, he was focused solely on himself. I paused for a second or two, grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet. Still clad in the bra and panties, I pushed her to a mirror -. Then what happened was nearly shocking. When she stretched out her hand, she moved a bit more than she should have. And I could see her whole boob. This was the first time I saw it.Her dark nipples were staring at me. I handed the towel to her, but my eyes were fixed on her boob. I don’t know she noticed it or not. But she quickly took the towel and closed the door.My cock was hard, and I couldn’t go inside my room. Priya masi’s son, Amit, was getting ready for his college. So I sat there on. This is the first time I have worn the boots and thesoles are still smooth; the heels are also very high. I concentrate hardto avoid slipping on the stair carpet.The door to the living room is ajar, and from within you call my name -not my real name, but the nom de guerre you have chosen for me to use whendressed - and I push it open and walk in. In contrast to the austere andfrankly confrontational bedroom, the living room is furnished withtimeless elegance. Two large easy chairs and a sofa. A huge room seemed to be filled with women in various states of undress, lounging around eating grapes and sat on large pillow and silk cushions. In the centre a few youthful women frolicked in a shallow pool which bubbled with a fountain. On the walls hung curtains embroidered with images of men and women at play, writhing together naked. In some there was more than one woman, but in each depiction there was only one man, the same man. The women who had accompanied her moved forward into the.