"Uhh- hmm," Is all I can respond as I lean forward even more in submission, elbows on the table. I close my eyes again and feel my heart racing. I try...and relax my muscles as much as I can as I feel her cold finger now pressing on my hot asshole. She runs her fingers up and down the crack of my ass where it is all hot and sweaty. She is lubricating her finger ready for penetrating my sphincter. Her finger returns to my pulsating hole. As her finger now slides into my asshole she whispers "I am. ”Prone, she watched without a word spoken. Eschewing my lingerie, I wanted her to watch and admire. I worked hard to maintain the figure of my youth. A harder sacrifice as each year added to the tally over forty. Savouring her latent elegance, she trembled as unconquered territory, petite and so fragile. “Remove your panties.”They looped in an arc to the floor.As an obdurate stare, it never wavered; knelt alongside her, there was no bargaining. Splayed legs crooked and slender arms aloft;. But then, people like this movie theatre guy come along, and I feel my hormones rushing, reawakening. Despite the AC, my blood is rushing and warming my skin. I look over at him again. Short, cropped blond hair. He looks tall, his body looks good. I only see his profile, but he has a strong jaw, strong nose. He looks very European. Not usually my type, but something about his confidence makes my stomach drop. Not once does he seem phased, or look over at me. It has been a long week, fraught. But when my aunty picks the call he used to talk. I felt that there is something cooking between them, so I started to listen to the chat on another phone which we had a parallel connection in the other room. So I got to know that some certificate was pending with Prakash and he was trying to take advantage of that.One day Prakash told that I will call you in the night. I want to talk something with you. So around 10.30 the phone rang. Quickly I picked the phone there was no answer, the same.