I know you will.Give me more.Short tight pencil skirt. Bright red. Blood red. That temping slit you love so much right down the middle of the skirt. S... if I cross my legs you can see the tops of my stockings.Tell me about those.The stockings?Yes, pet.Thigh high. Black. A seam running straight up the backs of my legs.I love that seam.It took me forever to get them lined up exactly.Just for me? Yes, dear.What else are you wearing?High heels. The fuck-me-now black ones. The ones you love.And what. It was evident that the greatest venereal indulgence only lent a higher and indefinable charm to the rare beauty of her face and form. She was always amongst the gayest of the gay, but on this morning she seemed to outshine herself; her witty sallies were poured forth in greater profusion and brilliancy than usual. Her lively spirits carried us all with her, especially the males of our party; even the page seemed to enjoy the lively sallies of her wit.We all, of course, had our reasons to. The bells stopped. "You may look now Master." He opened his eyes and his jaw dropped.Shahana looked magnificent. She felt magnificent. She was magnificent. She could tell Mark thought the same as she saw the look of astonishment and awe on his face. Her salwar kameez was even richer than the one she had been married in, bright greens, yellows and reds with even more gold thread than a Bollywood movie costume. She had used her own jewellery, borrowed some from her son's concubines and used the. Her smooth silky black back and ass with those silky bra and panties were damn sexy and I started growing between my legs. She turned her face back and told me “just seeing may be enough for you but I suppose I for pleasing me you must come forward.”I jumped on bed and just grabbed her ass. The most loved part of her body. I wildly started to press and massage her butts. She screamed with pleasure and told me “its all yours and no need to be impatient. I understand its your first time but I.