Her hands moved towards her naked breasts as she began to squeeze and pull at them, fingers teasing and pinching at the nipples as she worked herself ...p to a state of ecstasy. One hand now worked its way down over her stomach to her open legs, the fingers searching out her clitoris, rubbing slowly at first and picking up pace as her hips bucked upwards in expectation. She moved her other hand down to join the first and both went between her legs pulling her pussy lips apart for all to see. She. Then we got ready to office and days went on like that. We used to finish office shift and go home directly. Since I love boobs much as soon as she locks the door I grab both of her boobs and start squeezing…she never allowed to touch from inside and she never touched my dick. Days went on with kissing and squeezing from outside. One fine day we traveled back early in the morning to Chennai and reached her house, we started kissing and squeezing. She made me to lay down and removed my shirt and. "If it was shorter with a frillypetticoat underneath, the only thing that would be missing would be apair of Mary Janes and a lollypop. Not quite the look for an elegantnight out."That mental picture was all it took for me to beat a hasty retreat to thedressing room. This went on for almost two hours and I loved every singlesecond of it. I never tire of trying on different things! In the end weall decided the Steph looked absolutely killer in a red floor length silkgown with tiny spaghetti. There were rows of pearls and pins fixing her hair, and a broach upon her dress. I saw delicate embroidery and red pearl slippers peeping and teasing me, weeks - perhaps months of painstaking work in each of them.Dear, wonderful God, what wonders you perform!Oh my!She was the daughter of the Marquis de Lyons!The Marquis!The man who'd condemned me to this tomb and who'd decreed I should be eternally imprisoned! The monster who'd arranged for me to be buried in the catacombs and to wander aimless.