All the eyes were on her as she climbed the stage and posed for a photograph with her family.She stood at the extreme corner adjacent to Karan, standi...g with his wife, Monica. While posing for the picture, Karan casually kept his hands on the waist of the two sisters.Karan’s hands touched the bare skin on Maneesha’s belly. A wave of current passed down her spine as she gave out a silent moan. She couldn’t believe how her body was reacting. She was getting aroused!The photographs were clicked.. Me baar use pakd kar betane ki kossis karta.tabhi meri mummy ne muse aisa karte huye dekh liya.kuch der k baad mummychai bane gyi to unhone muse bulya.me unke pas gya,tab unhone kaha “beta,cheeni ka dibaa uper hai tu utaar dega” mene kaha ha ku nahi. par dibaa kaafi uper tah mera haath bhi nahi pahucha.tab unhone kah ki ek kaam kar tu muse utha le me utaar dungi. me kaha theek hai.tab me mummy ke peeche jaakr khad ho gya.aur unki kar ko pakd liya.mera lund unki gaand se touch hone laga.jab mene. "Come over here" she strikes my bare butt cheek with a short strap, "Now". "Yes Mistress J" I walk along side her to where there a straps and cuffs in place. "Turn around" as she forces me in position with her tight grip, my focus again is on preventing an erection. Every time she touches me I feel a little surge I must quell. "Arrhhh" she caught me off guard and hits the end of me my cock with her strap, like she knew what I was thinking. "Remember, no erection, not yet". She buckles. The front it was not quite long enough to reach my stocking tops, my breasts were covered – just. The back of course was completely open. I stepped through the kitchen door into the car port area. I was hugely aware that too much movement would have one or both breasts slipping out of their meagre cover, because these new shoes had the highest heels, I’d ever worn and I’d not practiced at all. I wasn’t sure what sort of reaction I would get as I came into full view, but they didn’t seem.