He gulped down every drop. For a long while neither one of us spoke. Paul was looked up at me with his hair tousled and partially obscuring his face... He was smiling. All the while I was very conscious of his finger caressing my asshole. The sensation it provoked was a mixture of pleasure and discomfort. Paul's face remainded an impassive mask. He managed to push off his pants without much disruption of his current activity. I craned my head to see his cock. Until this moment I had only see. She leaned forward further than necessary and I could see that both nipples now had escaped and were pointing forward. I could feel my cock throbbing against my zipper. I decided to close my eyes and wait. She was tapping my chest with her fingers slowly working her way down. I could hear that her breathing was getting heavier. Suddenly, with a hush voice, she said sorry but I will need to check. Her fingers quickly unzipped my pants, pushed back my boxers, letting my dick jump out. I could. Shailender asked aunty where exactly you have pain. I said him from down the neck till my waist. He took out some herbal oil from his bag, I said no for oil. He said, common don’t say that, its not sticky oil, you don’t need to take bath even if you get massaged with this. I was wearing blue sari, matching blouse, Lavender bra and panty. He asked me to lie on bed removing blouse. I didn’t find anything fishy as he convinced in straight manner.I turned away from him, unhook my blouse removed it.. ?As he did this he explained to Greg that there was series of hooks underthis inside edge of the table.???? ?It?s all soinnocuous but it turns it into a great torture bench.????? Greg smiledand agreed that it is was ingenious and very simple.? Kurt fed each rope through the ?D? rings onEmma?s ankle straps and pulled them tight until her feet were some 70centimetres apart. Emma tried to make herself as comfortable as possible in hernew position.? She was stretched in aninverted ?Y?, her feet.