She had an amazing body which was 38-28-36. She had amazing face and oh my, how do just start about her boobs. They were humongous. She used to wear S...ree, that pretty complimented her sexy body. She taught us Hindi and her voice was sensual that everyone wanted to just have laid down and fucked the shit out of her. She used to teach her from one book which she had recommended us and it was a mandate to bring that to the class. Every day she taught us a lesson and told to revise that in class. Paul snapped away. Louise would bend and I would run a hand up her legs, then I unzipped her dress and let it fall away. She wore white matching underwear, nylon and shiny. Tan seamed stockings. A deep suspender belt. Paul took close-ups of the bra and the panties. Then he got her to bend and touch her toes, legs apart and took many shots of her knicker-gusset. Then, oh joy, it was my turn to gently rub her panty-crotch and push it slightly into her pussy. She was wet down there and I felt the. Sweet....Just got back home an hour ago after a fantastic afternoon and evening. Met my new pal - last weekend's mutual blow-job buddy - for a beer at a pub just around the corner from his flat. There was a real tension in the air - in a good way. Things just seemed more intense than last Saturday night. It felt like more of an 'event'. No distractions or the need for formalities. We didn't hang about - 15 minutes in the pub and then back to his place. So much for watching the rugby; we didn't. I wasn't sure how I felt about this, though admittedly, I was curious. I was always a monogamous type in relationships, but if this was something that would make us both happy, why not? He told me about this woman he knew that threw fetish parties at her huge house. She was looking for a girl like me to be a "service" girl. He suggested that I take the part. They had already discussed it, and she said that he could watch over everything. I was really worried about it. What if this destroyed our.