They offered themselves to him and were very sensual in their mannerisms. Mr. Ettington seemed to be kissing a young woman's neck, until I saw drips o... red roll down her neck, making its way between her perky breasts. She stared blankly, breathing quickly as another older woman, maybe in her forties, ate her pussy with great interest and passion. When my presence was noticed, Mr. Ettington and the older woman turned to me, blood dripped from their mouths at first, but they licked it back in. At least that was something not being denied her.He was there too, standing over her, without his mask now. He looked downright average, on the younger side and clean shaven, the quiet unassuming guy next door type, completely unthreatening. But she knew what he'd done, what he was capable of. Some of it, anyway. She was about to find out how much more there was. She looked up at him, fear in her blue eyes, and said, "Please, let me go. I want to go home."He slapped her hard enough to knock her. I wanted to explore her. I wanted to see what was underneath her clothes. At some point, she moved her mouth towards my ears, and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you tonight.”We arrived at her apartment and went straight to her room. We made out once again and also started to touch each other. First, our backs, sides, and bellies, but then she made a move and introduced her hand into my pants, and with two fingers, she started to caress the tip of my dick. I got into her pants and touched her. Pushpa opened her mouth and started kissing Smitha from her color bone to the swell of her breasts.Smitha jerked her body in passion. Pushpa brought her face and lodged it between the rich mounds of her breasts.Pushpa brushed her lips between her breasts. Her body was on fire. She could not sustain it any longer. Putting her hands behind Smitha's back and gripping her she lay flat upon her body.Smitha hugged Pushpa's body as she too was nearing the climax.Pushpa lips darted in search of her.