I could see her big cleavage. She lied down on the bed. I started applying oil on her back. I started giving massage on her back. She closed her eyes ...nd started making hiss sound. Her bare back was looking damn sexy.Then after some time, she got really high and me to go downstairs and removed the towel completely. OMG! HER ASS perfectly shaped. White rounded, best ass I have ever seen. I started massaging her ass.Then I put my finger inside her pussy and started caressing it. She was moaning. It was in the evening and was being held at a fancy Indian restaurant. I had to attend the event, because I had to play the usual Bridal Shower games. I knew I was going to be the only male there out of all the girls participating. I wasn't fond of the idea, but I knew I could kill time by the restaurant bar. I was at one corner of the bar, and started to have my first drink of whiskey and coke. I noticed the owner of the restaurant and another Indian guy sitting towards the middle of the. The woman knew. She knew.When class broke, Ilsa gathered her things and made a beeline for the door."Miss Petersson," Marsha Crow's voice called as she passed the teacher's desk.Ilsa dodged a couple of exiting classmates and stepped to the desk. The woman wasn't looking at her, but instead held out an envelope. "For you," was all she said.Ilsa took the envelope and, out of habit, said "Thank you, Ma'am."Shaking, Ilsa headed for the rest room, found an empty stall, and locked it behind her. She. She hates the unknown. It’s why she is still on the farm, why she hasn’t run away, why she hasn’t tried to manipulate her way into one of those random guy’s lives. How easy would it be to go home with one of those men she gave a blow job to or let fuck her? At least she could have a leg up on escaping from here.She fights the urge as long as she can, but ultimately her curiosity and sexual arousal has her beat out. She throws the covers aside, slips her feet over the edge of the bed and takes a.