He nodded and with a smile on his face motioned me to enter the change room. I entered, and pausing only to pull the curtain across the opening of the...change room, gazed at myself in the mirror. Smiling at how clever I thought I had been, I quickly took off my pants and underwear grabbed the netball skirt, held it to my face, and breathed in its smell. God it smelt so good and the pleats felt like magic against my skin. For as long as I could remember, I had had a secret fetish for pleated. As she went downstairs to call her mother, I went to oil my cock… maybe you are wondering why. yeah, it is time for anal sex!As I went to the kitchen, she was at the phone, looking at me. We smiled at each other and I went for the oil bottle.Cooking oil was the best oil out there but I really doubted if it could make my penis greasy enough. “well, try or die” I told myself.As I went back towards her with my greasy penis, and the oil bottle, she was talking to someone in Tamil. Local Muslims. Par maine zidd ki aur kaha is haalat me auto se kaha jaoge, chalo mere sath. Thoda zidd karne pe wo maan gyi. Fir hum meri bike se uske ghar jane lage. Uske mamme meri peeth ko chhu rahe the aur Raste bhar maine khub brake laga laga k unhe achche se mehsus kia. Fir hum uski multi k bahar pahoche to usne upar ane ka kaha to maine jhat se haan kar di.Fir uske flat me jaa k bethe aur usne mujhe paani pilaya. To maine kaha aap aaram karo,aur maine unhe sofe pe bithaya aur pucha “ab batao kya hua. The teasing ticklish sensation it evoked was unbearable causing her body to writhe and twist, held only in place by her bonds .She almost cried out in despair when she again realisedthat Raj was moving inevitably towards the sweet nether region between her legs. Clad now only in her panties, she prayed for some miracle which would diverthim from his path. But her prayers remained unanswered. She tried to look down, she could now only see part of Raj’s head but she could feel the snaking.