I was about to bring my hands up to her shoulders, when suddenly she turned. Mom jumped, startled by my presence. We stood face-to-face for a moment,...neither of us moving. The ambient light caught her hair and the eyelash on her right eye. Her lips glistened. I took a step closer. Mom lifted one of the towels from the bed, offering it to me. I took it with one hand and dropped it to the floor. There was a long pause. And then my hands were on her waist and my tongue was in her mouth. I. I’m starting to gain interest in this young man, which is unusual – its rare I look at the opposite sex out of personal lust at any rate. I clear my throat. ‘Are there cameras in this lift?’ I ask him pointedly. He looks at me with surprise, ‘no ma’am, this elevator is used strictly for those of a higher class, and cameras have been extricated to give clients privacy’ Extricated? A smile plays in the corner of my mouth, well well, a young man with a vocabulary.. His 18th birthday present, it wore all the badges that a country ute should. Massive bull bar, B&S stickers from all over Australia. In the back was his swag. I could hardly wait to see if he was built as powerfully as his ute&hellip, I didnt have long to wait to find out. I had already gathered he had a powerful love rod, having it grind against my snatch whilst we made out earlier. He was strong and fit, and he lifted my size 10 body up onto the tray of his ute with ease. My dress was by this. But she had never had another mans cock inside her phudi (cunt) let alone a none Muslim. She was fearful for me that I may hate her afterwords. Especially if she enjoys it. I assured her that I would be OK. And yes I do want her to enjoy and let herself go. Have him do whatever she wanted. Our discussion concluded that for her it was to be a new experience and what I wanted she would go along with it. I was happy with this arrangement. It was my fantasy after all. Bruno asked if there was.