Her snoring had never stopped. Now I tugged at her petticoat and sari. What a disappointment! Her sari was stuck under her thighs. It could not be mo...ed up even an inch. I tried again. This time with some force. But her sari would not budge. I Realized that it was a futile exercise. Then my finger-tips brushed against the cheeks of her arse. And she moved! I withdrew my arm with the speed of lightening. She brought her hand to her ass and scratched the area I had accidentally touched. Her. " He stops in front of you and reaches out to touch your chest. "May I?"You are equally confused as you are... curious. "If you wish."Ian smiles, and you feel his hands on your chest. His fingers slowly glide over your skin, gently touching every inch of you. It sends a chill up your spine, but not an unpleasant one. In fact, you almost feel excited.Ian's hands move down to your stomach and he presses his palms against it. He slowly begins to slide his hands downwards, stopping right before he. I scoop up his cum on my fingers and lick them clean and then repeat, running my fingers up my thighs from the top of my stockings to my pussy. As I suck the cum off my fingers, I moan quietly as I taste him. Master stands up and pulls me to him, holding me and telling me that I am a good girl. Then turning me around and spanking my bum he tells me to go and get his running gear which I do, gladly. He dresses and heads out for a jog so I use the time I have alone to get changed back into my. I would feel the cunt, and if very wet, dry it. In all this she was obedience itself; she never moved from one posture till I told her to get to another, would answer any question with frankness.I have never lost this pleasure in seeing a woman piss, but at that time was too impatient to vary the amusements which a man and a woman can have with their piddle. It was reserved to me with other women, notably a French woman named Gabriell, and Sarah F — r, to have the fullest variety and enjoyment.