I feared this part of my submission, yet I was excited to try it. A knock on the door startled me. I was in direct line of sight of the door. He woul...n’t answer it, he wouldn’t do that to me…. I heard his steps move toward the door and it open. I tried to move, but I was helpless. ‘Hi Ken, how did it work out?’ A deep voice asked, ‘Oh there she is, God’s what a lovely ass!’ This couldn’t be happening. This was hard enough with just him. Fear took over me and I struggled frantically to free. "Nice shaft, Ian" All yours dear"You put it all in your mouth in one move, making me gasp. At first, you only use your tongue to make me feel good... Then you lock eyes with me, and start sucking. Fast, and strong. It's out of this world. The energy and care you put in this blowjob, the sloppy sounds you make with your hungry mouth, the sight of your red lips wrapped around my big cock, your naughty looks at me as you hear me moan."Fuck, yeah ! Emma ! It's good... Very good...You're making me. What attracted me most to her is her standing out heavy boobs. Whatever costume she wears, be it saree blouse, churidhar, or jeans and t-shirt, her boobs made a prominent mark. It always took a lot of effort from me to be not caught red handed while staring at her boobs. On special occasions she used to wear saree and such days became my heavy masturbation days. If she had stood facing a wall, her boobs would have touched the wall at least 1 inch before her feet could. Her bosom looked great. A bit longer this time. The embrace is a bit more intimate. One of my hands is resting on her upper back, the other a bit lower. I’m feeling the top of her butt cheeks. She’s pushing her petite body towards mine. No panties. I let it last for several beautiful moments and then off she goes, up the stairs, back into her room. “Good night.”This time I’m so horny I’m briefly considering waking up Katia for sex, but I know how exhausted she always is from work. So I’m just going to the toilet..