Light blue with white flowers, cupping her perky breasts so lovingly. I could see a glimpse of her nipples being outlined in the fabric. I looked up a...d she was smirking ever so slightly, and I just smiled back at her. She then started to slowly undo her belt on her jeans, then the button to her jeans, followed by the most teasingly slow unzipping of the fly. I could feel my heart beating so damn hard, I could hardly breath. I was so completely aware at how wet I was, but I was frozen in pure. After all, covering comes naturally to us, as it is a time-honoured custom. This also included my face to conceal my real identity.His incessant pleading continued and I kept on provoking; with my body language. Moreover, this was the closest that a burqa-clad traditional woman could fathom about miniskirt.Alas, he dropped his bermudas along with the briefs. The moment he dragged the briefs below his dick pop up, he spread his legs, enveloped his hands around the twitching cock and started. Raj -“abi toh shuruwat hai janeman” woh mere boobs ko kapade k upper se hi dabaa raha tha.Main b madhosh hui jaa rahi thi. Usne mera kapada utar diya or pagalo ki tarah chusne laga.” arrrhhghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhhhhh rajjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj comeeee onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn suckkkkk it mannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, katoooo mere boobs ko rajjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj kattoooooooo plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz… Woh puri wild tarike se mere dono boobs ko katane laga….Main b uske kaan kat rahi thi toh usse. " Then she helped me up and took me over her knee and started spanking me very hard. Nancy told me that I had done nothing wrong that this was just a taste of what I could expect when I was punished. After a couple of minutes, Nancy helped me up and led me to the corner. She told me that I had better never get caught out of that corner when I was supposed to be in it; that disobeying a direct order was a serious offense. No matter how hard I had been punished she would take me right back over.