The next page was fairly standard and asked for debit/credit card details. These she gave and then clicked on a box that said:I have read and agree to...all conditions, and I hereby agree to the amount of £50.00 being debited from my account.After a few more seconds of final reflection, she clicked on the 'Submit' button. She watched the screen expectantly, and after several more seconds, another message appeared:Your payment has been accepted. Please make a careful note of the following eight. I was experiencing my first real orgasm. Wave after wave of the spectacular feelings emanated from my crotch and jolted along my nerve endings. I dont know how long it lasted but gradually I was able to regain a semblance of control as the marvelous sensations weakened. I lay in my nakedness trying to catch my breath as Wes, with his hand still covering my soaking mons, watched with a surprised look on his face. I was exhausted. My chest was heaving as I gasped for fresh air. I have never seen. My mother objected to this plan , explaining that a nice dress wasn’t really club wear. We kind of compromised , I got a dress , but it was as she described it a ‘ greyhound’ ( a couple of inches from the hair). Tightly fitting , halterneck with a low back . Matching red heels . I told her under no circumstances was I not wearing underwear albeit I couldn’t wear a bra with it due to the design.My date picked me up and we drove to the club , he told me I looked stunning and it made me feel nice,. , now i knew that she is awake, and i asked maasi ru awake she said ummmmm… Means haan, i asked her did u like what im doing she said i like ur touch from the day i touched ur cock and now i want to c ki mera beta kitna bada ho gaya hai or main apney betey ki gf na hone ki kami puri karoon i was shock hearing these things and more excited now, the i said massi apni nighty utaaro she said u have to do this then i removed her nighty over her head now she was totally nacked not even a single cloth.