Each time she’d prompt the girl to beg for the appropriate finger by gently pressing on the matching needle in the left hand, and each time the girl...would beg for the next insertion, intermingled with her sobs and cries.When all ten needles were in place the lady stepped back to admire her work. The girl was gently panting, her body damp with sweat, her head down and face obscured by her cascading brown hair. By the last few needles it even seemed like she’d begun to adapt to the pain, learn to. And not afraid to make a point and say what's on her mind. I really enjoyed it. Compared to some of the people closer to my age on third shift, she was a good addition and made a huge difference in the fun we had.What I didn't expect was that one night with her attitude and behavior, she'd gotten extremely flirty, extremely sexual, and it wound up with her and I in the office, looking around, trying to not get caught, and shoving our tongues in each others' mouths. And I'll openly admit it was. As Sally drove onward I leaned over in the seat, almost laying down on my side to gain access to the wanton pussy so willing to feel my lips. I unbuttoned her slacks, unzipped them and tried to push them down from her hips. She quickly gave in and raised her hips up off the seat and with a swoosh of fabric against leather the slacks slid down to her knees, and then to her ankles. Her legs were every bit as wonderful as I remembered, the smooth muscular texture was so exciting to the. ”Karan thoda ghabraya hua zaroor tha par uski aankhein mere dood pe hi tiki hui thi. Mai samajh gai thi ki wo sirf sharm ki wajah se ruka hua hai.Wo bola,”Par aap…aap to…aa..aapko to mai bhabhi bolta hun.”Maine haske kaha,”Are pagal, agr tum mujhe bhabhi bolte ho to tum mere devar hue. Aur devar ka to haq hota hai apni bhabhi ko chodne ka. Aur waise bhi aaj tumhare bhaiya nhi hain to unki zimmedari tumhe hi to nibhani chahiye. Colony ke saare ladke jo mujhe bhabhi bolte hain wo sab akele me.