Rahul was pleased by this and instinctively he lifted his hand and caught hold of some strands of hair and brought them over his face. This silky touc... cooled him a bit and forgetting the problem he started to caress his face with his mother’s hair. Shobha let her son fondle her hair and seeing him relax a bit let him have his way.Rahul continued fondling her hair and as he turned his face, his lips smacked his mother’s rosy cheeks. This act suddenly embarrassed him and feeling shy he bowed his. "Does Madame see one that she fancies?" he asks. She sees many of them. I fight to stay calm now. First, the right crop must be chosen, then I must find someone skilled enough to use it on me. It has been so long now. Biting my lip I point to a fine one hanging on the wall just before me. "Excellent choice Madame. Imported you know." He remarks with a sly smile as he hands it to me. My hands seem to tremble as I grasp it. "Virgin leather in a the hand of a whore." What an irony my mind comes up. My pussy, she remembered the drunk guards saying whenever they loudly talked and boasted about their midnight aventures in the local brothels, why did they build paper thin walls, she thought annoyed back then. Now she wasn't annoyed but afraid and curious to equal parts.His hand rubbed over the black fluff and surprised her with an intense tingly feeling when it found her clit- a small red berry eager to be tasted. Deft fingers slid down her lower lips. He stroke up and down, up and down.. She learned that the fair haired boy was called Monty. The name caused her to giggle and she was afraid for a moment that she had offended the young lad with her amusement. His smile relieved her of that worry.The other young man was called Federico but he insisted they call him Ricky like all his friends at home.Angela was tempted to ask Ricky to talk some Italian to her but was afraid she would be thought a bit potty if she made such a ridiculous request.Monty was the first to jump into the.