She rotated her hips again, massaging her pussy against the tread through the thin, clinging fabric of her wet panties. And from there, her body took ...ver. Now it was as though she were drugged. She couldn’t stop. Careful to keep her upper body absolutely still so no onlookers would suspect, under the table she rubbed herself against the sole of Mick’s boot, wettening it with her sodden panties. Her heartrate accelerated, her mind going blank, unable to thin of anything but how humiliating it. “Ohhh, Bennie, fuck… You cheated, you were supposed to lick, then fuck!” Despite her words, she groaned, thrust back on me, and came.I gave her right cheek a resounding slap with my open hand, earning another yelp. “Sorry, babe, I had to; it was too inviting of a target.”She was moaning and thrusting back against me, but her words didn’t match her actions. “That was supposed to be your tongue. Now take it out!”I gave her left cheek a firm slap, leaving a matching handprint, and this time she. They also thought I was about 22 to 25, I didn't bother to correct them, on either count. I was showing a bit more leg as we talked, even giving glimpses of my see through panties, and my C cup cleavage. One of them was running his finger in my cleavage the other touching my pussy through my panties. Finally they asked . . . how much to go to the older ones suite and make myself available for the both of them.It was the point of no return and I had no idea, so I said $ 1000 and they readily. But still every night I was to write a short story for her.One Friday evening she surprised me by asking. If we could meet the next morning. I was in cloud nine and immediately said yes. I had never seen her before. Neither has she sent any pictures. So we planned to meet in a coffee shop in Bangalore around 11 am.I told her I would be in a grey t-shirt and brown shorts. She said she would find me. But didn’t said anything about her dress. So I reached the place around 10:30 and was waiting for.