I look straight into her eyes and keep my other hand on her thighs. She was wearing a silk suit and salwar so mere touch of her thighs drove me crazy....Her thighs were so smooth and silky that I pretended to bite them. Once again without any word I look straight into her eyes and keep caressing my hand on her thighs. She was still smiling and enjoying the developments. That much of instances were enough for me to pull her on the sofa. We sit there holding hands and staring each other with a. She felt him slide the straps down her shoulders and then the bra was gone. Her breasts fell free and he wasted no time at all in cupping one of her breasts, bringing it to his mouth and gently kissing the sensitive bud. She sighed softly. When she felt his tongue flick across it she let out a moan. "Follow me!" He instructed, taking her by the hand and moving her to the bed. He kissed her gently, laying her back on the bed. She felt his body pressed firmly against hers, felt his hard cock. “No, don’t stop.” He heard himself whimper. Her voice was harder. “Slaves have to beg for it, don’t they?” The vibrator slapped against his ass. He remembered every single time he had made her beg for him to fuck her ass. Was this what she felt like? Totally humiliated, and yet totally turned on? Turned on enough that she would do anything to feel that pleasure?He could hardly hear himself, “Please Mistress, fuck my ass.” “I can’t hear you!”He tried again “Please mistress, fuck my. Despite the darkness, I saw his right arm move in a continuous motion, albeit nervous at times. At first, I thought that he was behind the trees to urinate, but after I got my eyes adjusted and focused, it was obvious that this guy was masturbating.Then I whispered to Anna, "Hey, turn around slowly to your right, and look in the direction of the palm trees. There is a guy who is jerking off."While she was turning, the straps of her dress slipped down below the breasts, which remained completely.