Melissa stood up, lifted her skirt above her waist and sat back down. She raised one leg and placed in on the bench, leaving the other one grounded on...the floor. Her stockinged legs and panty covered pussy were on full display to me.“On your knees.”“Melissa, there are people walking by.”“Don’t worry about them, worry about me. Get down on your knees.”Again, I followed her instructions.“You did well the other day. I want to know if it was beginner’s luck or if you really do have a natural talent. This is a psychological pleasure as well as physical. “You want me to fuck you harder?” she purrs, yanking back on his tie.Curtis struggles to speak from the forceful pace and the pull around his neck with each attempt turning into a soft gasp. It is an unnecessary question since she can tell that he wants it as hard as she can give it. Yet she enjoys the way he winces while trying to respond to her as if he is afraid that no answer will lead to her stopping. His desperation is evidence in. Though there were other girls too i was watching her only. Every time she made a dance step her saree pallu used to slide showing her navel. It was making me crazy or horny actually. Many boys danced with her.I went to her and asked her permission to dance with her. She smiled and said sure. We danced and while dancing i placed my hand around her waist and pulled her closer. I felt her waist folds. I felt bulge in my pants too. Abhi was dead drunk so was shivam. Others were busy among. Done, the water off, they walk me down the hall to the rec room with a pool table in it. "Prisoner, on your knees." I comply. Samantha stand a few steps away and runs her hands up the back of her thighs, under the short police chick skirt and tugs her thong panties down her legs, over her boots and off. She steps towards me. "We're bad cops and we're gonna abuse you." Her glasses slip down a bit on her nose and she stares at me over them and rubs her wadded cotton panties over my face,.