For the next week or so Chris was very mysterious I saw her bring somebags in from the local good will store but never saw what she bought andjust fig...red it was the costumes.In the meantime I had called our friends giving the party to say wewould be there since they needed a head count since they had reserved ahall for the party.I kept asking Chris what the costumes and the theme were but she said Iwould find out on the day of the party!Finally the Saturday of the party rolled around. We had. I bite my lip and exhale sharply. You grab my hands and gently pull them around behind me. My breasts sway back and forth and I know I am close. You lean your back against the books behind you, and the thought of a million book spines leaving imprints on your back is so hot to me. As you release my hands again, I lose myself. Internally crumbling, my hands grasp books and pull them to the floor.I turn around and you are still erect and waiting for me. I place my hands on your shoulders and push. "Turn over now I want to see that body and play with your, tits, baby-girl!"Vasanta obeys her client like a good girl knowing she has no choice, but to be his sexy whore for the night. "I love being told what to do; being a whore is so sexy sometimes; it really turns me on!" she said as her pussy glistens with wetness."Mmmm, already wet for me. I see you do not just fuck for money! You do get really turned on and naturally just like to fuck, you are such a sweet little whore, Vasanta, but my. . well ... I guess 'skittish' is the right word. Why are so skittish about male attention?" What do you mean?" Well, I mean that ever since I've known you, you've dressed in such unflattering clothes." They're more comfortable." No, it's more than that. I mean, you wear baggy sweaters and sweatshirts even in the summer, when they must be awfully hot." Just habit, I guess." And you haven't had sex with your husband in such a long time ... I mean, that would drive most women crazy." I guess ... I.