"You know Jonathan, it's perfectly all right to watch me work. I mean that kinda is the idea here - I don't wear this getup because it's comfortable! ... like it when you watch me," she said.With that, I began watching her clean. And she gave me quite a show too. She was sexy but not blatantly. I mean when she bent over to pick something up, she didn't wiggle her ass or make it obvious what she was doing - instead, she bent like a lady would but with a sexy little flair. Just enough to attract me. The cause was interesting, a deep seated control in her mind that triggered a quick and deadly rise in her blood pressure, it was placed there while she slept one evening, after being thoroughly used by Nickolas, all of his field personnel had these little switches, just in case.Michael watched as she seized, he was lucky that his control of her finger was stronger than whatever was naturally occurring in her body.Her eyes held his for that instant of understanding, she knew she was done, she. Her exposed belly was trim and smooth and the thong cut very low. Her warm ass was cushy against his hips and thighs. One tit stood proud but the other was squashed against his sternum. It shaped her compressed cleavage into that useful tunnel that boys she liked had used liberally. Zack used a thumb pad to circle the exposed nipple. He had a notion. ‘Do you use makeup here?’ ‘Sometimes… but not today. I was going to the pool and I was in a hurry and I forgot…’ ‘Shhh… shhh… it’s okay.’ Zack’s. Then she murmured “heyyi lopala pettu” (put your hand inside my lahenga) at the same time sucking my ear, she pierced her tongue in my ear. I was searching for a way to get inside her lahenga, i couldn’t find the edge of her lahenga. She understood my problem, she grabbed my hand, lifted her lahenga and showed me the way inside. Now my hand was between her warm thighs. Her thighs were very beautiful, hairy, hot, i caressed her thighs. They were excellent. I went up i could touch her panty. I.