" Berlusconi grazed her nipples with the back of his hand, Tina moaned softly as his fingers sent a tingle of excitement through her body. Even though...he was an old man, fifty years her senior, this situation was just too erotic not to be excited. Berlusconi's other hand dropped to his side and deftly, he ran a finger down the damp cleft of her exposed pussy, his and eased her lips apart slipping into the warm wetness. Tina shuddered and pressed her body against his hand.Then, feeling another. Maine use bataya ki surf aur kapde sab bathroom me hai woh waha gaya mai bhi uske peeche waha chali gayi waha usne apni t shirt utari aur neeche baith gaya mai use dekh rahi thi aur meri undergarments dhone laga maine dekha ki baithne par uska tana huaLund uski knicker ki side se thoda bahar nikal aaya tha kaafi mota tha,mujhe uska haal dekh ke bada maza aa raha tha woh paseene se tar ho raha tha maine kaha tum dho mai bahar hu mai bahr aa gayi aur door ke peeche se chup ke usse dhekhne lagi. She had spoken to him about trust many times recently. Usually, when she spoke of trust, it was to remind him not to say anything to anyone, and not to try to exceed her limits. He wondered if what she was calling trust was only her way of demanding his absolute obedience. He wasn't sure that anyone could meet such an exacting standard as total obedience. He loved both of his parents, but he wasn't always able to obey them, absolutely."I know, and I'm sorry that I ruined it. If I could take it. I nursed my stout through the set and waited until he came back to the bar. ‘Allow me,’ I offered. ‘Thanks.’ The bartender knew him well, because he didn’t pull a pint, but filled a drinking glass with soda water, and then poured a shot of Jamieson’s, sliding them expertly down the bar toward him. ‘Cheers,’ he said softly. ‘Cheers. That was a nice set. I liked the mix. You’ve got a lot of different stuff in your repertoire,’ I suggested. ‘Yah. Comes from bein’ in the business for a while,’ he.