As I opened the door I saw that he had laid the table and lit some candles. Romantic music was playing gently. I entered the room, and saw him. He loo...ed me up and down, and then said just one word: “Stunning!” He took my hand, looked me in the eyes, and said, “So, what do I call you? ‘Paul’ seems so inappropriate now!” “Please call me Wendy,” I replied. “Princess Wendy,” he said quietly, “your meal awaits!” As we dined I could feel his eyes on me. It was a good feeling to have someone to share. With an "oomph" she felt herself being thrown over his shoulder and thentossed onto the bed. She landed hard and knew that she was at his mercy. Shecried out into the gag but was greeted with only an "mmph" for her troubles. "What's that my slave? Would you like me to play with your tits?" She felthis weight beside her on the bed. "MMmph" she repeated. He cupped her right breast in his hand, caressing it softly then slowlymoved his hand up towards the nipple where he grabbed it and slowly. We need to get the chlorine out of your hair, and I have a little clean up to do too. Strip."Heather pulled off her useless nightgown. When she fell in the pool, the gown had become see-through. The two women stepped into the shower together."Turn your back, Michelle, and I'll wash it." Heather worked up a good amount of lather, and started at Michelle's shoulders and worked her way down. On the way down, she paused at the base of Michelle's breasts and gently rubbed them with soap. A chill. Mere pass meri car hai. Par mujhe metro me publically molest hone me mazza ata hai.Mein apni car park karke metro me travel karti hu. Ek choote se top me jisme mere boobs dikhe aur sirf nipples cover ho. Aur neeche choti si skirt pehn kar. I dont sit aur dono doors ke beech me pillar se pass khadi ho jati hu. General dabbe me rajiv chowk jaise metro station me bahot rush ho jata hai. Koi meri skirt me haath daal raha hota hai koi mere bade bade boobs ke sath kheel raha hota hai. Ek din mujhe.