I am mad about fucking her but confused how to approach her or seduce her at the same time also afraid what if she told it our parents as they are ver... strict. I slowly started to touch her body more whenever I get any chance. I used to hug her more frequently and feel her body parts.First, she took it as normal. I am getting more and more desperate ,I started to use her bra and panty which she left in the bathroom to masturbate and filled my cum in it. Also while sleeping I started to touch. As the dining table was in the hallway adjoining the front door, the kitchen and the living room, it was easy for Mrs Aziz to go over to the television and turn it on. Once the TV was running, Mrs Aziz joined her daughter and the other 2 girls."I really cannot believe this. That Principal should have expelled those two young girls. Did you see how they were dressed? This would not happen in Yemen or any Arab country!" Mrs Aziz trying to sound self-righteous."Any Muslim country mom!" smiled. It works and his hand is under me, two fingers delving inside, stroking and my body starts to sync with it finding the rhythm of his fingers, and then wet with my juices his fingers tease the rosebud of my arsehole and I push back willing them entry. "Not yet," he says. "Bad girls have to be punished first." We both know who is in charge and who is sub; I’m so wet I want him to touch me everywhere and I think I want him in me. Instead he instructs me to remove my clothing; I pull the dress. ‘Ooh! Miss Secret,’ snickered Cara, not caring about the fact that Kat was only a few feet away. ‘I bet that guy must have done something really special for her,’ said another voice, making everyone burst into laughter. If only Ron had done something for me … thought Kat as she closed the door of the café behind her, drowning the sound of giggles. Hell! He hadn’t called her for a week. It was their first Valentine’s Day and Ron hadn’t called her even today. She had been trying to reach him but.