"As she walked out I looked at her shapely rear appreciatively. Then I remembered what she had said to the girls earlier in the shop."The first thing ... do when I get home at night is change into a bustier."I imagined her stripping off her work uniform blouse and trousers, then peeling off her restrictive minimiser bra. I felt the overwhelming urge to walk in on her as she was squeezing her huge melons into her sexy push up bustier, get down on my knees and beg for her to take pity on me and my. When we had sex he wanted me to call him “bhai or dada” and trust me it was a turn on for both of us. So bhai wanted me to wear either skirts with no panties or just the Tanga or G-string panties with either a top or a bra but not both together. He was quite the fantasizer ……Majority of my panties were also crotchless as did little to hide my pussy (there I said it… calling your love hole – vagina somehow kills the erotic mood…. So pussy from now on..!!) . This was at our flat but if people. (We were on a camping trip) And I saw a figure moving outside. My tent unzipped, and she slipped in, completely nude. I was lying on my back, and had quite a tent of my own in my sleeping bag as soon as I saw her. I didn't say anything, I didn't know what I could say. She layed down next to me and played with herself, looking into my eyes. Then she took her wet fingers and touched them to my lips. I didn't know how to react. I realized that she apparently really did want to do things with me,. Just like a naughty girl should she said to herself. The second stroke was just as hard and again Debra watched Susan hiss a breath through her gritted teeth. Although wanting to take forever she knew she had to deal with Susan in a timely fashion and so the third stroke followed a few seconds later. Susan was struggling as she clung on to the sides of the table. The pain was greater than she had ever expected but she was handling it. Maybe not well but she was doing as she was told and stayed.