I started pleading not to say because it'll destroy our future.She immediately said that I'll not say if you do me a favor.I asked her if she needed m...ney for which she replied she needed pleasure.I really didn't understand as what she was asking.I asked her again as to what she needs?She said not to talk and she bent on her to knees and removed my short as started sucking my penis then I understood that she is need of physical pleasures.she was wearing a very tight sexy saree And a low cut. . so velvety warm. And she was wet, too. Wet and slippery where her juices had flooded out. She spread her bare feet on the bed and pointed her toes. As her calf muscles bulged through the fat and the strands along the insides of her thighs stiffened she felt the tension build too. Her finger seemed suddenly to penetrate some delicate barrier and she let herself moan louder than she should've. But it was exciting! Her middle finger was sliding easily now, going in all the way to the last. Her humiliation continued as several men stepped forward for a closer inspection and, although they seemed to stare appreciatively at her pert breasts - she was all too aware how the cold winter air had made her nipples erect, they grimaced when they looked into her mutilated mouth and she could only look back blankly when one spoke to her in a questioning tone of voice. Another one roughly felt her thin bony arms and thighs and walked away making disparaging sounding comments to other. She looks at me nervously, but decides a glass won’t hurt her and smiles as she says thank you to me. ‘Gillian, we need a toast. Do you have one or should I?’ ‘Go ahead Michael, I’m sure it will be nice!’ ‘Raise you glass honey.’ I take a moment to think and say, ‘This is one I learned from my uncle Bill so, (ahem!)’ ‘Here’s to the prettiest, here’s to the wittiest, Here’s to the truest of all who are true, Here’s to the neatest one, here’s to the sweetest one, Here’s to them all wrapped in.