Are they thinking of how they would like to strip you naked, have your body to play with, their hands spanking you, your body theirs to enjoy. But now...we are walking out of the bar, through the patio doors at the rear of the bar, walking into the sunshine and the openness of not being in a room while collared and breasts on show (even if through your bra). There was a sense of comfort knowing that being so difficult to find, and so secluded that there was not the chance of houses looking on,. She put her hand from behind on my balls and pressed them slowly and took out all the juice from them. I just lay on top of her for some time and then I kissed her on her lips and she said “ bhaiyaji aaj tak mara patti na kabhi bhi meri chut aisa nahi mari jaisa aap na mujha maja diya hai”. Luckily there was no other passenger on the other three seats and the whole night Meera and self fucked each other .On reaching Lucknow we went home. Though I was to stay at Lucknow only for two days but. And I reminded her not to do anything. I will take care of her pleasure.I took my hand from the bra and slid it directly on to the bare chest. I pulled the bra outwards to get sneak peek of her boobs. My God, they are exactly the right shape and size. So soft that I decided never to let go of them my entire life. My hand was tightly being pressed against the boobs by the bra and blouse.I began sensing the sweat from her boob. I slid my other hand on to her panties to cop a feel for her. "May I help you?" she asks in a slight Italian accent. She's wearing a gray maid's uniform with tight bodice and skirt. She has a heart-shaped face, brown hair, blue eyes, and full red lips. Her blouse is well-filled out, and her legs are long and trim.You smile and wink at her. She demurely smiles, blushing, and giggles girlishly. "Yes, I'm Mr. Doe, and I have an appointment with Lord Bardolf." This way, sir. The Lord is expecting you." She turns and you follow her into the opulent townhouse..