I stopped everything and just looked at Anwesha for a while.Imagine a hot girl on the shotgun seat of your car in a sleeveless crop top with one of he... boobs popping out of her top, flat well-toned abs, with deep navel and shots pulled down exposing her panties, and well-toned thighs, gasping and moaning. Won’t you go crazy and want to fuck that thing right there?! I wanted to do that too, but we were in the stupid car.But still, jab lund khada hota hai to bina muth nikale aur choot jhadwae. I want you to start at the heel and work your way all along it to the very top removing that fluff with your tongue as you go" As she spoke Mistress rang her finger along the full length of her high heeled stiletto boot from its base to the very end of the zip adjacent to her naked thighs. This delicate movement ran along her inside leg, was arched across a small table adjacent to her kneeling slave. Indeed the boot was only inches from the tip of his nose. He was vaguely aware that following. I thought of make a move to go to heaven. Slowly I bend my left shoulder and tried to feel her right side of the boob and I felt her side boobs which was awesome feeling. I was in that position for some time and I started further move. Slowly I folded both my hands. Now my right hand fingers are very close to her side boob, I just straightened my middle finger and I felt her boob. I slowly roam around my middle finger towards her boobs by the time I tool started growing. I look at her face and. She helped her unfasten the zip and catch at the top, and Cristine slipped out of the dress, handing it to the assistant, who had to bend down to pick up the hanger where it had fallen to the floor. Of course, when the assistant went to stand up, her face was right at the level of Cristine’s groin, and she was looking directly at her exposed pussy through the gap in her panties. Cristine could see the assistant looking at her pussy, blinking, and looking again. The thought of someone else.