So we get to the bookstore and there is probably 5 cars in the lot. It's summer time so I'm dressed in a black tank top no bra a blue Jean mini skirt ...ith a super small hot pink thong. We go back into the booths and I select one with a glory hole because I liked to be watched. I set my bf down on the bench select a movie for him and get on my knees to start playing with his cock. My butt is pointing toward the hole so anyone that came in could look and see the little pink string on my thong. In both my physical and my emotional realms this submissive realty had me so electrified and aroused that I somehow felt a desperate need not to become too submerged in all this wonder. I cared deeply about his pleasure. A good girl or a good “woman” looked out for her man first. Somehow I felt a desperate but conscious need not to become too overwhelmed in spite of this stunning loving.As his powerful thrusts became rhythmic and driven I somehow I found myself biting my lip simply so I would. Started pumping in her pussy deep with fast strokes. Her huge boobs were juggling, what a view!!! Went on and on. Moved her legs over my shoulder, this went deep inside. She loved it, she kept on saying, harder arun!! harder don’t stop, hardaku nan thullna, dengu chenagi ( tear that pussy apart, keep fucking) loved the way she said in kannada, went on fucking, main agenda was to get her pregnant and this being perfect position. I was at the verge of exploding inside her pussy, said to her,. She nodded and squirmed, taking a sharp breath when I found an especially sensitive place that made her sit up very straight."What would be a good time?" I asked, rubbing harder and feeling her belly and pudenda quiver under my fingers. I believe she had become a bit moist and was certainly warm.She swallowed. "Oh, well," she said, reaching down and pushing my hand away, but holding it in her small fist, still under her skirt. "Perhaps when he and the slaves, our servants are asleep." You have.