Shruti: What plan, Khalid?Khalid: A little slip and your towel could change the room’s atmosphere.Shruti: This towel will not come off out unless so...eone tries.I, looking at Asma, “Shruti are you talking about my towel?”Shruti: Both of ours, dear.Khalid to Asma, “Asma, I think someone is challenging us”.Asma replied, “Then, what are you waiting for, Khalid. Show your talent!”Khalid: Asma I think you should go ahead and take charge.Asma stood up from her place and came near us. Shruti started. She knelt down, placed the lube next to Bob and lowered herself across his lap, face down, arse cheeks facing upwards “I want to be spanked, so my cheeks glow”.Bob, was now not nearly as surprised by her requests as he would have been a few days ago, so with the flat of his hands he slapped her one cheek, which wobbled in reaction, then again on the other “a little harder, I want nice rosy cheeks daddy”.So he obliged, slightly harder, trying not to hurt, but she didn’t seem too bothered, so he. My soft thirty-six inch tits with their hard firm nipples was something that I was always proud of. My little kitty was covered with thick dark hair. To top it all off I have a nice heart shaped ass that I would catch Grandpa staring at every now and then. Before I finish getting dressed, I treated myself to a routine that began when I was thirteen.There was no doubt that I love to masturbate, the feelings of my fingers inside my pussy was always a delight. The feelings of watching my nipples. ” Aman whispered into Savita’s ear.“S-Sir, if you keep doing that then I’ll start moaning.”Meanwhile Shobha was thinking on how attentive the trainer was being with Savita’s exercise.“This must be what she meant by special training. He is giving her extra attention and fixing her posture.”Aman was soon getting horny and couldn’t be satisfied with just feeling up Savita through her clothes. He thought of a way to get rid of Shobha.“Shobha why don’t you exercise your arms on that machine.” he.