Then again I stand. By the order of my son I put my right hand inside my panty an cupped my ‘V’ and move left hand up. He filmed me by circumnavig...ting me. Then I spread legs wide and bend and put hands on floor. It widens & opened my arse considerably. Then I sit on railing hanging on leg down and another put on railing. Put my both hands back of neck and arched torso. Sky became orange. Sun is about to rise. Now my son too gets worried. He pulled me from terrace railing and we goes to. In, out, in, out, her fingers plunge, now having to use two of them to accommodate the expanding opening. Harder, faster, deeper her body demands, her fingers bravely trying to keep up. Then as if on demand, her fingers thrust deep into her recesses; she screams out, her body now exploding into a tumultuous fury of spasms, pleasure pulsating throughout her very core. It was sheer unadulterated euphoria. Regaining control of her body, she let out a smile; she knew how her master always. Mandy said nothing about my predicament. She looked up with a knowing smile and began rubbing me through my pants. I didn't pull from her touch, but pressed myself to her hand. That got more of a response as she shrugged off the coat she wore and leaned down to breath in the scent of my arousal. Her hot breath and warm body helped my blood flow and it felt so very good.I touched her cheek and she looked up. With a jerk of my head she clamored up for a deep kiss. Her hand never leaving my. She had no idea what she was getting. He held her hand tightly and led her to his room. She was shocked to see that the room was aglow with candles (which she hoped that a maid had lit) and that the covers to the bed were pulled back. She was about to protest when she noticed a rental ‘When Harry Met Sally’ sitting on the bed. She turned to Grant giggling and gave him a huge hug. ‘Grant, I hate to say this, but I was afraid you brought me back here to…you know, and I just don’t think I was.