I ran my fingers over my hairy mound. I liked the natural feel of my pubic hair, but wryly admitted to myself that I could do with a trim. That, howev...r, would have to wait!The inside of my pussy was sticky and dripping with desire and need – exacerbated, if anything, by my self-spanking. I desperately wanted to touch myself, slide my fingers into my cunt, play with my little hooded bud to make myself cum, but…But, I told myself, I didn’t deserve that, did I? Not yet. I wanted – no, needed to. I had got a big room on the second floor attached with a bathroom with all luxury fittings and of course the terrace was very big. There were two stairs. In fact I got that accommodation on the very strong recommendation by a person known to me and was very close to Ramu.Here comes the heroine of the story, Ramus wife, Her name was Sudha and she was around 33 so there was some ten years gap between them. Sudha's look was as sexy as her name. She always made it a point that her breasts should be. And then suddenly, I heard you behind me."Open it, Vanessa. Open it the rest of the way."Your voice had that same deep note of arousal I was responding to in the voices below. I froze in place, embarrassed at being caught, uncertain what to do next. Then you spoke again."Come on baby, do it. Unbutton those buttons and show them. I know that's what you want to do, so let them see."You spoke softly, but with utter assurance, and there was no way I could resist. Besides, there was no one in sight. I started considering my options for Jilly-- what was missing in my business model? I had the dommes and the subs (or those who could pretend at either), I had the white girls and black girls and Asian girls and the Hispanic girls, and girls who could fake most other nationalities with the proper cosmetics. I had Sally-Lynn who liked pain, Grace the bull-dyke, Diana the "full-figured" lady, and Fifi, whose surgical enhancements defied the imagination. I had tall girls and short girls, and.