However, seeing me motionless, his hand again touched my thighs. Slowly he moved his hand up towards my pussy and gently started rubbing my pussy lips... The only thing between his fingers and my pussy was a thin piece of cloth. He must have sensed the wetness in my slit. I could feel his fingers gently rubbing my crotch and pinching my clit. I felt a twitch in my pussy and a spasm down my spine. Seeing no reaction from my side, he started rubbing my pussy continuously. Then I realized as if he. "Tell me what is going to be girl, because my customers are waiting."Laura panicked but decided that it was better to risk giving the man a peek than being thrown away from the room naked. So she grabbed her purse, took the bill and opened a crack in the door; she tried to conceal her body behind the door but the stupid door opened outwards maybe because the room was too small and she exposed her naked body to the manager who was a white man in his fifties, bald, and maybe 40 pounds. It was the prerogative of every galley mistress to assign up to ten of her charges to other duties if she so minded. The moment for that decision had now come and every man waited, tense with hope, even though he had been stretched beyond all normal reserves. Perhaps none would be so chosen; perhaps a few; perhaps ten.Such a decision was always announced by a lash of the galley mistress' whip across the back and though for weeks that lash had been so dreaded, now it could not be more ardently. I panicked and pushed him off again.I was trembling. Lot of thoughts were running in my mind. I don’t know why he was doing all this but then I started liking it too. I’m still not sure if it was intentional or not, mostly it looks intentional. I wanted to test it next time. After a while, he placed his hand the same way on my midriff (on saree) and after a while his head leaned on my shoulder. Slowly, he was moving towards the neck and breasts area. Suddenly, I raised up and he fell down back.