Apparently, she’s a very rich girl. Let me continue the story where I had left it earlier. I was sitting in Deepika’s car in the passenger seat wh...n Deepika realized that I was not actually a male escort, but actually, just a normal guy who was out on the streets at the wrong time.Me: I’m not an escort ma’am. What makes you think I’ll be your guy? Deepika (smiling at me): Your hand on my thigh.And she winked at me again. It was then I noticed that my hand was still on her bare thigh. My face. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu’s nibbling had turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram’s. Laying back on the sofa Carl lay on top of her and run his hand up her thigh and softly played with her tits, making her groan, she could feel his hard cock pushing against her leg, she couldn’t tell how big it was and was desperate to find out, pushing him up and onto his back she stood up and dropped her skirt and her panties, the profile of his cock was now clearly visible, she gasped as it just laid over his thigh, kneeling down she unzipped his trousers and reached in taking hold she. She says that you, my lady, haven't given her permission to leave or quit just yet, and she must do as she is told. She returns from the bathroom after cleaning herself off and brings a second warm washcloth to clean my face and a dry towel. She asks you what to do next, and you tell her to resume the face sitting position again so as to not let me up. You inform her that I am to be held down and not allowed to move. She quickly obliges but ask to see what you are going to do to “him.” You.