She crawled on top of him, feeling his hard cock and guiding it into her wet vagina. Rhythmically she started to sway back and forth, and up and down...on his cock. He moaned slightly, and she know how much he had always liked sex like that. Hoping he would shoot his load soon she kept on working it. She also started thinking about her new lover. He was dark and tall, bulky in the shoulders, a real working man. His business he had always said was her pleasure and he meant it. They had. You both turned and watched me as I approached your car. I reached out my hand, offering you my collar. I didn't feel right, putting it around my own neck.You shook your head, though, indicating that I was to go ahead and slip it on around my neck. I looked at the stranger, then at you. "I can't. Not in front of --" The blur of your hand, followed by the sharp sound of a slap and a cutting sting on my cheek, cut my words off."Put the collar on, slut. Now." With a tear in my eye, I glanced again. She actually first stretched her sari pleats on her buttocks and traced her panty over her ass crack and tried to stretch it over her ass cheeks. In the process she bent forward very faintly accenting her round bottoms towards the boy and he must have seen her fingers scratching her sari-covered ass to search her panty line. Then she self massaged her ass cheeks one at a time with her right hand to feel comfortable. That's all! She sat on the khatiya with the bedcover on. Pande-ji went. As I turned to pour another drink I heard Cindy mumble something about my arse but didn’t catch what she said and as I turned back to hand back her drink she had taken the initiative and handed me her panties which she had slipped off, I immediately held them to my face taking a deep sniff,“Mmm” they smelt so nice; they had a mixed aroma as the dampness was a mix of our juicesCindy looked horrified, “You really ARE a dirty fucking pervert” she quipped sipping her drink.She adopted the same.