Skirt, shoes, bracelet, lipstick, eye shadow, rings, each time a girl entered the room, each time he became a little more woman.Finally, only two item... remained in the box. The cheap brass medallion came out and went around his neck. He grimaced a little when he put it around his neck. It was cheap looking and not very pretty, but the right girl had been hitchhiking at the right time. He thought she might have already been raped, which would have ruled it out for him. He had asked her, and she. ”Don’t!” He looked at me, surprised by the sudden change in my tone. ”Make me come,” I begged and placed his hand on my thigh. ”But baby, that’s…” I didn’t let him finish that sentence, as I said, ”You’ve gotten my pussy so wet and it is aching for this, I need to come so hard!” I looked him in the eyes as I pushed his hand up my thigh, in under my skirt. Eventually, I didn’t have to beg anymore, his fingers found their way up and he mumbled, ”Babe, you’re so damn sexy right now.”My breathing. John never treated melike a kid. He would talk with me about literature, music and art. Hevalued my opinions."How was your day?" he inquired."Okay, I guess. Math was mind-numbing, gym embarrassing and Physicsinfuriating." And Theater?" Theater was good. I worked more on my monologue. It's coming along butit doesn't feel interesting enough. Auditions are in a few weeks and Ireally have to find something exciting. I'm tired of getting bit partsand walk-ons."John paused his yard cleaning and stood. I leaned on her , moved close to her ears and asked her ” do u need any other body part for massage, I saw her face, she was blushing . I asked her, can I massage ur legs. She again nodded. I think she was getting a manly touch almost after 4 years… She was so relaxed moaning in between and closed her eyes tightly few times.I removed her saree upto her knees and applied oil over them.. Her legs were sexy and perfectly shaped. I never saw her legs as she wears a saree always…I was amazed and.