My cock of course had been rock hard for ages and it popped out from my pants. Bardhini now screamed “don’t touch me with that”. I could not hav... cared less. I pulled my pants down and sat on the bed and pulled her head towards me she was struggling again and I said “do you want another whack?” She stopped struggling and was just begging “please, no, please” I shouted at her “wide” and thrust my cock in her face she backed away “ Do you want another whack?” And raised my arm. She opened her. You sit up and take it off, and unbutton mine. You kiss my neck and run your hands all over me. I feel your cock through your jeans hardening against my now throbbing clit. You run yours hands over my back and I tell you it's okay to remove my bra. You marvel at my huge tits and begin to knead them. Moaning, I begin kissing and gently biting your neck. You get a little rougher making me squeal. You kiss me then make your way down my body. You unbutton my jeans and kiss just above my awaiting. Fuck! I feel amazing. And I love walking around and hearing the echo of my heels on the wooden flooring, it is such a turn on. The girls give me a constant supply of new things they want to see me in. I love wearing it all but modelling it for them and knowing they want to see me in it is an incredible turn on. This is living the girly dream.Then they all want to experiment with my make up, showing me things, teaching me things, explaining what does what and their favourite brands and trying. Her blouse was unbuttoned and pulled out from her skirt. I could plainly see her hard nipples through her sheer bra as she said" "Would you pour me another glass of wine." "I would have jumped out the window at that point if she had asked me to. My hands shook as I poured. She watched me carefully as she removed her blouse and then stepped out of her skirt. She was standing there in her bra, pantyhose and very high heels. I had never seen pantyhose like hers, without a crotch. She wasn't.