Roger took the initiative. He slid his hand under her blouse and caressed the warm flesh of her back. Mala moaned. Roger's hand did not stop. His fing...rs felt the thin strap of her bra and he unhooked them. Mala's breasts wriggled free in her bra and as she did not protest, Roger's other hand held the lock of her hair in it and pulled them down. It made Mala lift her face.Mala looked at him with desire in her eyes. Her face had turned red. Her pinkish lips were gleaming and as Roger bent his. ..” Fazia whispered so quietly that it sounded like a hiss to Sally. ======================================================Chapter 2. Foreplay In Dubai.Fazia sat in her hotel room and contemplated the smooth sea that lay so far below the broad hotel window. Several local fishing dhows were setting sail, they looked like red smudges on the azure water with their sails billowing over weather beaten hulls.With a sigh she glanced over her shoulder at the mute television that was displaying its. His big hands cupped my breasts through my top and he began kneading them.I moved a little closer and soon our thighs were rubbing against each other. Nishant’s hand soon went to the button of my jeans and after popping it he slid his hand inside my jeans. I was wearing a white cotton panties inside.Nishant moved the elastic so that he could touch my moist hauiry womanhood. Meanwhile his other hand had crept inside my top tocup my breast on top of my brassiere.I felt my breasts going even. It wouldhave been longer, but I don't think he realized how long the makeupwould take. Two hours waiting for something I dreaded was long enough. My insides were churning but my outside was as sexy as I could be,inviting him to join me, to ravish me.He didn't wait. He climbed on top of me and kissed me, he rubbed me,but the foreplay was only momentary. He quickly turned me onto my handsand knees and approached my ass with his cock.It was terrible! The embarrasment, the pain. I wanted to.