Early evening, Ana finally stepped out of the bathroom all dressed up in a provocative outfit; one that I had never seen before on her.Her blonde hair...and make-up were all done up to perfection. Her outfit included a short black micro mini skirt, black seamed stockings and a pair of very sexy black stilettos... To tease me even further my wife was not wearing any panties, just her slightly exposed freshly shaved pussy and ass cheeks...A moment later there was a knocking on the door. I opened. Mene 1 hath unke lower mein daala to elastik lower tha, unhone andr panty nai pehni thi. halke baal the aur chut puri gili ho chuki thi. main smooch krte huye usme ungli krne lga. unhone apni taange fold krli aur mere lips katne lgi. unke boobs meri chest se satte hue the aur meri dhadkan tej kr rahe the. main 1 boob ko hath mein pakad k niche kiss krte krte aya aur belly button mein jeeb ghusa di aur puri ander krne lga.Vo apni kamar uthane lgi aur chadar khichne lgi.. fir mene daato mein unka. We had talked and he knew how I didn’t like the whole slave impression, and he thought even less of it. I was sure he wouldn’t misinterpret my presentation. I was merely indicating my desire to be mounted tonight.It couldn’t have worked out better. He opened the door and froze at the sight of me. He put down his backpack at the door, stroked my hair, put the fingers of his left hand under my chin and raised it. He lifted the name tag and smiled. He put out his hands and helped me to my feet and. "Ya ... hooo"My skirt was now around my ankles; I stepped out of it, like the girl popping from the cardboard cake, flinging out my arms "Daa ... daa" and giggling like a silly teenager. I was now naked as a newborn baby, and flaunting that nakedness for the benefit of the men, much to the delight of my audience and their applause of approval.The hands that had only moments ago been undressing me were now grabbing and pawing at me, hands squeezing both breast and buttocks ... all eager to feel.