Whiskey for me and vodka for her. I put a small stool in the bathroom, laid out the cigarettes and the drinks. And I turned around to see her walk in....She had the looks of a wild cat on her face, her eyes on fire. She had removed her panties too, which she was holding in her hands, a naughty smile on her face. She brought it to my nose and I inhaled the fragrance of her.. a mixture of oils, her perfume n her wetness.. it was awesome. it was crazy.I then removed my shorts to reveal my rock hard. .Uski bra alag karte hi uske dono boobs saamne aaye or nipples ekdm hard or erect the jo muje chusne ka invitation de rahe the..Maine bhi wo accet kiys or chudne laga wo siskariya bharne lagi or mere lund ko underwear se azaad kr diya. Mere lund k topi ko masalne lagi muje excitmebt hone lagi or m jor se uski nipple chusta rha or ek hath se uski penu utar di,,apna hath uske niche le ja k uski mast mast gand ki dabane laga.. Iske baad ham dono pure mood me aa chuke the uski choot ekdm clean. The bra supporting her heavy tits was like a piece of string, barely supporting her, her nipples hard and firm were on full show, and has she walked her long stocking clad legs tottered on the shockingly high platform heeled shoes she wore. “Come in my dear let us have a good look at that delicious body” the men parted to allow her to approach her master, their eyes drooling over her slutty body, only minutes before she’d been looking at herself in a full length mirror in the outfit of a. That didn't really make me feel any better about what I had suddenly turned into.A short while later, Lindquist came back, looking rather uncomfortable. I guessed that I could see it from his point of view, where his wooden puppet had suddenly started moving around and thinking on it's own. It was like he was Gepetto, though I was sort of an anti-Pinnochio, having gone from being a real boy into a plastic doll.Neither of us said much as Lindquist led me down several halls and into a spare.