Youre leaking. She left the bathroom. I obtained my own relief, thinking of those lips, that tongue and then I came.The rest of the weekend was like a...continual tease. She was completely relaxed, casual in her nakedness but, neither on the Saturday evening, nor on the Sunday evening, would she make love. For me that was decisive. On Monday morning I told her, Ive got an interview this evening so Ill be back a bit late. Ill need the car. It wasnt true and I think she knew. Are you making things. The rough material of the teddy constantly irritated and hardened her nipples, sending unwanted pleasure through her and it tickled her all over. She was starting to get very horny again but fought back her inevitable urge and posed.She did a numerous amount of sexual and erotic poses she was all too familiar with in the Playboy magazines she used to buy as a man. She lied down on the couch sideways, her hand supporting her head and had a lustful expression on her face when the photographer. Why had she put this episode behind her ? I had no way of knowing then. Instead, I went to work on her pussy. Spreading the delicate folds, I sniffed at her sex. There was no smell of semen, just of soap. Satisfied, I probed deeper, pushing my nose into her folds. “Mayank, are you going to rape me again ?” her voice was pathetic and weak.“No Mrs Rawat, I'm going to make love to you.” She didn't respond.By now I was getting excited by the prospect of exploring her in a way I'd never done with. “So good. Fuck, I bet your pussy is tight too.”While mustache continued to ask me questions, Van Halen pulled out of me, much to my disappointment.“You like getting fucked in the ass, Bunny?”“Oh my god, yes. I love it.”“What about being gangbanged?”“Yes, Fuck!” I cried softly as I felt a hard cock being pushed into my sopping wet cunt.“What’s going on now?”“Your friend is fucking me.”“Where, Bunny? Where is he fucking you?”“My cunt.”“And before that?”“My ass,” I admitted, blushing, whimpering.