He moaned softly as she ran her hands down his chest to the robe’s belt.“Alright, baby, you’ve been very patient waiting all tied up in the othe... room with those nasty headphones keeping you from hearing what’s going on but you’re about to get your reward,” she cooed as she untied the belt. “There’s another slave here for you to fuck and I want you to fuck that slave really good. Can you do that for me?”“Yes, mistress, anything for you.” he breathed as she removed his robe.I gave another. Ya ya I can. Her hands started back again and her head back as she told me. Im thinking about someone running their hands on me teasing me. Is that a fantasy of yours? Kinda ya but its more than 1 guy, it’s a bunch and women too just touching me everywhere (her hands were speeding up and roaming more freely). Youre feeling pretty good aren’t you – a little more than a whisper return, Oh mhm ya, im gooooood.Time to move – into the kitchen. This time I didn’t have to be as refined. Where he head. A heavy mist had settled around the lake. The hill station was at the height of 4500 feet. It was chilly but deeply romantic. The sun had already set, giving us ample cover. Some other bachelor couples were scattered in the gardens, using the mist to make out without being noticed.Mohana sat in my lap, running her fingernails in my hair. I had opened her blouse hooks and started fondling her boobs. Then I asked:Ravi: Why didn’t you marry me?Mohana: My parents didn’t agree, you’re 33, and I’m. She just turned the dial to crank it open, giving her a perfect amount of space to climb through. Sliding in between the window and the roof, she stood up and looked out to the horizon. Diane thought about closing the window, but decided against it. Whomever was going to find her empty room would barely notice the open window until she was very far away. A calm had taken over her mind, consuming it and directing her towards a single goal. One which she could barely comprehend, but understood at.