I unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his tattered underwear.Inside those chepa clothes I found a tool which wsa indeed expensive.He...was big was Raghu and by now he was getting quite hard.I sat on the floor of thebackseat and ran my tongue on his dick.Raghu seemed to be dying of pleasure. His memsaab was on her knees like a bitch ready to give him a blowjob.But before I began I reached behind myself to freee my breasts of their harness and removed my brasisere. Raghu cupped my. It was the Fourth of July in New York City. Which meant I - along with Gina - was jockeying for a good perch from which to see the fabled fireworks display over the East River. (Which is not really a river; it's an estuary - but, I digress.)Fortunately, Gina had an acquaintance, a "person" (Gina-ese: someone for whom she had the hots) named Karen, a putative artist, who had a studio at the tip of Greenpoint, which is the neighborhood that occupies the northern triangle of Brooklyn bounded by. “You dropped something,” he whispers into my ear and squeezes my already rock-hard nipples. I let out a sigh and move my hands to pull him closer. As I do I can feel his boner against the small of my back and I rub against it, causing him to squeeze my boobs tighter and bite my neck. I sigh again as I feel his right hand sliding down my tummy towards the hem of my skirt while his left hand continues to pinch my nipples. I slide my hands between us and unzip his trousers, trying to let his boner. "What did you tell me to do after I was naked?" Sabrina's voice was very low now."I told you to... everything, Mom." I didn't protest?" No, you just did everything I told you to do, like I was... well like I was the boss." Boss?" You know, like I was... had to be obeyed. I don't know how else to explain it, Mom. But you did everything I told you to do. But you didn't want to," he added quickly. "You didn't say anything but I knew you felt ashamed of it. But then again, you seemed to like it. I.