How he had dreamed, fantasized about this body, fantasizing if he ever might have the chance. What guy could help but fantasize about such a woman. He...felt her ass rise off the lounge and he looked down. He discovered his fingers deeper in her crack and felt the puckered opening of her asshole, u*********sly he pressed slightly against it which caused her reaction. But her reaction wasn’t away from the touch, the pressure, but instead towards it, raising her ass to the touch.He stood up. He felt and sensed her sudden uncertainty so responded by reminding her of his and the others love for her."It's okay, Maeve, we understand and sensed your need," responded her spouses together. "We love you. You are very precious to all of us." As they exchanged thoughts, they sent reassurances of their love for her.Rusty moved his hands to caress her breasts and nipples, spreading her milk across them. His warm hands, wet with her milk, continued their movement, causing her to shiver as she. A young, fair, slightly chubby guy walked in and sat next to me an hour later.Seeing him, both of them stood up to greet him. Then all of them sat. The director started with the story. What I heard totally shocked me.“Ms. Reeti. You are a corporate woman – a successful woman who is good at her job. You are so good at your job that you have your own personal assistant. Golu will play that part.”“Chachu (uncle), please, not Golu. Call me Govind,” he blushed. This young man had a sort of feminine. ‘I know this isn’t for me. It should not be for your sister, either.’ In fury, he lifted his hand and slapped her across the face. Her head snapped back with the force of his blow and her mouth hung open in astonishment. He didn’t hesitate nor allow himself to feel remorse. Instead, he grabbed her and threw her face first across the low wooden table. He lifted her long, straight skirt to her waist and caressed his hand over her pale buttocks. ‘It’s not your concern. Your only concern should be.