Eventually she adjusted her position just a little, moving her feet further apart so he could access her pussy more easily. Her hands cradled his head... her fingers gripping his hair. Michael ran his hand up under her skirt again. But this time when the edge came into contact with the apex of her thighs, he held it there, pressing against her crotch. He could feel her heat through the damp fabric of her knickers. Her body seemed to quiver slightly, aching for him to do more. He drew his fingers. He also sees a growing lust deep in her mind. He pushes through her hymen, and she winces with a small pain. He soon has his groin against hers when he fills her with his seed. He jerks his hips back and forward, half pulling out and shoving his dick back in. She gurgles into the gag. He looks into her eyes while saying, “You’re now my slave and fuck toy.” No question, a plain statement. She nods yes. He sees, in her mind, she is, now. But why? Her change in attitude is beyond him, but he likes. I told her to take her trousers off and as she did so I took off my T-Shirt so that I was standing in front of her with only a pair of her barely black tights on. Anne unbuttoned her trousers and let them fall to the floor, a sight that I had longed to see for many years.I stepped towards her and lifted her T-Shirt over her head and reached around the back to unbutton her bra, exposing her slightly saggy breasts. Anne covered them with her arms, embarrassed by their appearance, I reassured her. Don’t I deserve something from himKnowing Pallu for so many years and having never been touched by a stranger I just could manage a smile and a nod. Pallu slowly sat on the bed and removed her sleeveless top. Never had I seen another person naked till now. Deep inside I wished it was a guy. Her breasts were around 34C.She made me sit in front of her and removed my kurti. I was wearing a tank top and a bra inside and Pallu asked me, “What’s with you and so many inner wears?” I was stunned by now.