Her little pink ass was so round, firm and tight, and seeing it covered in red marks from my hand made my cock stir in my jeans."You see Madison," I s...id calmly as she struggled on my knees, "When you wear slutty underwear like this, it sends men a message. It tells men that you want sex." I was running my hand over her ass now, it was flawless. Through the string of her thong I noticed a hint of wetness glistening around her pussy lips- was this turning her on too?If she was, she wasn't acting. Maybe it was just pure curiosity at meeting her finally that had driven him here. No, not finally. Not like he had been longing to meet her, or anything. She greeted him with a warm smile and clasped her hands in front of her, pushing the twin scoops of her cleavage forward. Her mocha skin glowed in the dim light of the casually luxurious room. Her brown eyes communicated a blazing warmth as they watched him with bold intent. “At the risk, of seeming crazier than you already think I am,” she. Sunita entered and laughed and asked Malathi, “How is it Malu, do you like my husband”, Malathi smiled shyly, her breasts resting on my penis and said “Sunita, I cannot thank you enough, I do not know how I can repay this debt” to which Sunita replied “do not worry about all that, now both of you finish your bath and come, I have drink and dinner waiting”. We rubbed each other with same towel, licked some more and came out of the room stark naked. I powdered her armpits, applied spray, and. Maybe she had always secretly preferred girls to boys and it took Miss Carstairs to bring it out.Alone in her room that evening, she thought about Marsha's hot soft lips on hers as her tongue explored her mouth and it got her hot. She dug out her vibrator and skilfully guided it in and out of her dripping pussy as she recalled Marsha's burning kisses. She had been kissed by younger and older males at many of the modeling seminars she attended and none of them affected her the same way as.