"You'd hate your colleagues to know you let a mere woman do that to you! I won't say anything, if you don't. And please leave my friend's bottom alone...in future. You're more than welcome to do what ever you damned well like to mine"The startled man grinned broadly at this."You are a brave young woman - my God you are! My mother is like you - she's scared of nothing and nobody. Let's get back to work, shall we, girls!"He backed up this request with a mighty blow of his restored strap to. Over these few weeks he shot glob after glob of hot cum in her Muslim pussy...The more they fucked the hornier they got with each other. Keith's behaviour got more and more x-rated and Anam revelled in the 'attention' from Keith. She still wore her traditional clothes and headscarf most days, knowing that Keith couldn't resists her in them, he would always slap and pinch her ass, touch her up, grope her crotch and kiss her in them and always make her sit on his lap, he would also make dirty and. I tightened my grasp on her wrists and she winced. I told her angrily to stop fighting me, that we were going to have sex and I didn't want to hurt her. After a short time, she calmed and just lay there, her eyes closed as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks and into her hair. Her initial sense of betrayal and shock, along with her struggling, had only left her exhausted and with the realization of what was going to happen between us regardless of whether she fought or not. She opened her. I kissed all over her neck and tried to put hands on her breasts. But I stopped just before putting and looked at her if it was ok.Then she took my hands and kept on her breasts. It was so good. It was like holding a tighter sponge ball. And I started squeezing her boobies as she took my tee off. She kept feeling my biceps and started kissing my chest area. Then we kissed again and I removed her tee too. Her small boobies were so cute in the bra. There was no more point on still putting the bra.