She wanted him to know, but only him, as the party continued noisily around them both.Without looking directly at her, he paused for a moment taking a...sip from his glass. The golden liquid single malt against his lips, and he immediately imagined her now moistening between her legs, delighting in the thought of how her sweet honey was soaking the lining of her panties as she sat swivelling, restlessly on the stool over by the kitchen, pretending to listen to the surrounding group chatter.It had. I kept my eyes closed and cried in pain and spread my legs so that , as though totally unaware of what was happening to me my thighs were fully visible to Kiran and he was rubbing vary hard on my legs and surely was seeing my thighs too as I was making those painful sounds, I placed my right hand fingers on my left breast and held tight; my eyes were still closed as though I was unaware of all the things happening.Kiran now on his own started massaging my thighs and I knew by now he had lifted. Pausing only to don a robe, I went downstairs and found Becky singing to herself at the kitchen sink."How's the most beautiful woman in the world?" I said softly, slipping my arms around her waist."She's perfect, thank you, kind sir.” She tilted her head back as I kissed her neck. "Are you hungry?" Starving," I said. "But can I have a long, hot bath first?"“Yes, of course. But let’s get something straight — you live here with me now, it's your home. You don't need to ask for anything. Got. Where was her chance to act the whore and get away with it? Why didn't she get to fuck some stranger on stage?Thinking about the things her roommates had done was getting to Ilse. She noticed then how turned on the pictures and stories had made her in addition to making her angry and jealous. She was getting wet thinking about what she would have done in that hot tub or on that stage.Ilse decided to clear her head with a shower, but wanted to get a little sweaty first. She jogged the rest of.