The feeling of her warm breath on my face was making me even more excited. I moved my left arm from behind her head, gently, so her head didn’t drop...on the veranda, and I stood up to fix up my jeans, in case someone came, and we had to make a quick getaway. Then, I knelt down, and moved between her legs, lifting her denim skirt back to expose her pussy.Even in the dim light reflected from the security floodlights, I could see Linda’s pussy was glistening with her juices, and her labia were. “Oh hello Jignesh bhai...” she exclaimed brightly, a warm smile on her face.“Hi didi...” I said cheerfully, my eyes taking in her decked up beauty. For a change, she was wearing a traditional Gujarati saree today, worn with the pallu on her right shoulder. It was not a style that was usually preferred by unmarried women, but for some reasons it made the buxom Seema didi look incredibly sexy.A bell shaped golden earring dangled from her ears, and she wore a rather elaborate golden necklace. She straddles my lap and kisses me, pressing her crotch into mine. She starts grinding on me, causing me to get harder and harder against her. She moves to my neck where she kisses and sucks softly, but not hard enough to leave a mark. She chuckles softly against my neck and stands up, fixes her panties, pulls down her dress and walks toward the door. "Anne?" I ask, confused by her unexpected assault and even more unexpected departure. "Jonah, you're such a tease. I had to get you back, didn't. ..but, if they come off, they are staying off, do you understand?" I finish, my tone stern. She nods, silently, still keeping her gaze lowered, but her entire body reflects her belief that she's taken some measure of control. "Don't drop the whip", I whisper, as I suddenly grab and handful of her hair, and force march her over to the chair I was occupying recently. She gasps, and some of the tension goes out of her stance, as I bend her over the chair, in a 45 degree angle. She still holds the.