Again I brushed it, harder thistime. Nothing.I pretended it was all part of the routine, my fingerswould caress her foot, calf, thigh, pubic mound, he...crack, other thigh, calf, foot, then repeat. I neverlingered long, as I didn’t want to give her theimpression that my moves were anything but legitimate.She trusted me not to attack her, and I shouldn’t betraythat trust. She had let me take it this far, and thatwas as far as it should go. We were just friends, afterall.One night I got. I can give life to a man, but a man cannot give life to a Woman. If I can give life to him, then I also have the right and the authority to take his life away from him. he is born to serve me. he is born to please me. It is my right to punish him if I feel like punishing him at any time. he has no right to question me. he is a pathetic worm, who has to lick the soles of my feet. his pathetic penis and testicles belong to me. his useless sperm belongs to me. his position is under my feet. he. It was a wonderful feeling to my senses. Then i caressed it with my hands over the silk blouse. Then my hand came down to her sweet navel area followed by my tongue. I removed her saree fully. She was wearing a silk skirt beneath. The blouse had hooks behind and i started unhooking the blouse and she at the same time removed the silk skirt too. But i was surprised to find that she was wearing matching red silk bra and panty beneath. When i saw her in undergarments, she looked like a marble. The house had survived its first test. Yippee.With a chuckle, he moved aside as his two guests came out behind them. Dressed again in their bikinis, they looked around a bit unsure of themselves. Paula cocked an eye at him."You sure it's over?"He nodded, and stepped off onto the stone path towards the dock. Once at the top of the stairs, he saw their canoe, pulled up onto the landing. It was even turned over, so it wouldn't fill with water. That was smart thinking, for people surprised and.