Then his hand closed the door. Silently he picked her up, taking her into her arms, as she wrapped her arms about his neck. She was only about five fe...t tall after all. He was close to six feet and she was like a little pixie to him. He sat her on the edge of the bed. He knelt before her. He slipped her top off, then gently removed her skirt. All the while she was touching his face and hands, not objecting at all. Removing her bra was her contribution. It slipped off as he was pulling her. She felt the sofa under her bum was soaking wet, and then she saw Melissa’s face.Jenny stared at Melissa. She slowly started to put two and two together.She looked at Melissa’s face, and then her fingers.“It was you…you were the one licking me…” she said, “and you finger fucked me…” she continued, breathing heavily.“Jenny, I couldn’t help myself…it was wonderful and I loved every minute of it…” replied Melissa, “tell me you didn’t like it as well, tell me you hated it…go on”Jenny’s mind was. There was no moment from each of us. I could just feel her breathing heavily. And I leaned little more towards her. I was just pushing my elbows very slowly on her boobs and give very slow moments.I could sense she was enjoying it more than me. And she was leaning more towards me. Then she pulled her saree over her shoulders as if to cover her boobs and folded her arms.My arms were folded to.Now our thighs were in action. We were rubbing our thighs nicely. We both had out thighs pressed against. She smiled back at the slave and sipped her sugared tea, enjoying the warmth and smells of the low-ceilinged room with its dark beams and wrought iron gear. The kitchen had been extra busy all week with both the wide stone fireplace and deep brick oven seldom empty. Twenty were expected at the table this afternoon for a dinner of seven courses, and the pantry was already chock full of overflowing serving dishes and platters that would be warmed on the iron shelf hanging from the huge andirons..