.ping........floor 4. Guided Mandi to the room.......left her standing in the middle of the room while I gazed in awe at the spectacular beauty..........now it was my time. I told her to strip, she did, nervously, still not knowing it was me........then when down to matching briefs I took her and her bag to the bathroom and instructed the white mini see-through net number was put on, I closed the door. Mandi called that she was ready (was she?). I guided her back into the room and struggled to. He came inside the tub and started soaping her. Ahmed also joined him in the process. They stopped the shower and made her seat on the bathtub like a baby. They explored the lovely terrains of her body, kneading, fondling and squeezing her tender body. After she was covered by soap foam completely they rubbed her with a wet towel and bathed her in hot water. They had strict instruction from Mani to excite her but not give her an orgasm for now. They probed her love-hole in the pretext of. It was all very much a distant fantasy, just a lot of playing with words. But never any discussion about taking things further. For one, I was married – maybe not a wonderful marriage, but I still had the ring on my finger. “You want to fuck me? Why?” – I had to ask. “I like the way you write to me. It is very sexual and it makes me so damn horny, but it is also very gentle and real. You don’t even know me, and yet when you write to me, you take the time to care about me and to put your own. "Just what kind of girl do you think I am?" A girl who loves sex. A girl who loves sex so much that she does gangbangs. You know Phil is a nice guy. Have a fun date with him and teach him what he needs to know. I owe him and you are the only one I know that I can ask." What's in it for me?" What do you want?" My Thursday and Sunday for starters." Done. Except we can't start until Sunday because I've already made some promises for this coming Thursday. You say for starters. What else?" More than.