But all the time, I was very distinctively aware of Sanjay’s gaze on my boobs. He was quite taller than me, and even more easier for him to stare. I...just couldn’t say anything.Vijay came to us and we walked into the elevator. But within a couple of seconds, even he noticed the way Sanjay was staring at me. I thought he was going to fight and punch Sanjay. I did not want that to happen.But to my surprise, Vijay chuckled and asked him, “Badi chikni hai na.. Pasand ayi kya?”Sanjay seemed as. I also told her she was a bad girl for wearing a top that was deliberately intended to raise my pulse, and that I’d punish her accordingly later.When we arrived in central London, we were dropped at the Piccadilly Circus end of the Leicester Square pedestrianised area and walked to the restaurant where we had reservations. We didn’t hold hands, but I did offer my arm, which she took.Dinner was nice, and we talked about a whole variety of things, managing to steer well clear of anything vaguely. Ann was having the second such bad day. She had not been run at all the previous day. Worse of all she was not even sure why she was being punished. She had been taken by a guard the evening before and had provided what she thought was satisfactory service, smiling prettily as she was pounded by the big heavy man. But as she stood all day and had not had her number called out even once she was worried that maybe she was not pleasing enough. Maybe he had reported her to the officer. Or maybe. Perfect tits. They hung only a little lower than when they had first married 15 years earlier, and they had grown two inches. 38 C’s. Perfect. Looking down, there was one sizeable drop of pre-cum perched on the slit of his cock, and he cleaned it off with the tip of his finger before the shower could wash it away. The drop of pre-cum he savored on his tongue. Why? Because he liked it. As he did this, he caught himself on the edge of cumming, and abruptly stopped the furious stroking of his.