Wo boli tune kbi kiya hai mai shock ho gya. Wo boli sab janti hu mai mere boobs ko dkhta hai. Main bola agar app meri age ki hoti mai apse shadi kar l...ta wo boli mai bi karti wesw bi tere uncel mjhe satisfy ni kar pate. Wo boli mere mai kya pasand hai mai bola sab apki gand boobs lips. Wo boli toh dkh kya rha hai aur mene unke lips suck karna chalu kiye paglo ki tarah.Fir unhone mere kapde utare aur mene aunty ki saree utari fir muh se uska blouse utara kya toh lag rai thi. Mene pehele boobs. But I can't say. I just better be ready for it if that's all itwas. All my past experiences are meaningless. I've never felt this waybefore. My compass is spinning like a top. What if last night was lastnight and he wants me gone? I've never woken up some place wanting tostay but felt I should go. What if he's done with me? God I don't thinkI could handle rejection like that right now. Should I expect somethingmore? Probably not. I seldom gave more. I'd love to climb back in thebed but what if. "We can't have that now can we? One way or another you're going to learnto be feminine, submissive, ladylike, and demure. We're going to purgeyou of all those masculine thoughts and actions, aren't we sweetie?" shecooed in a feminine lilt. This time Grant gasped louder, his hips buckedforward and he was forced to hold the table with both hands. A fewdiners were now starting to glance trying not to stare but as Grantmustered his will to fight the sensations of his milking they beganlooking. She was masturbating on my pussy! I gasped in pleasure as I heard the sounds of my lovers touching themselves. How had they known? Why can't I see her? All these things rushed in my head and out again as fast as I just began to enjoy the mysteriousness of this setup.Her breath started to shorten as she pushed her wet pussy against my belly and raised herself straddling me to rub her clit on my breasts as she fingered herself. She began to cum, and as she did I knew from the smell in the air my.