Once again Shubhi lowered herself on to my dick in the tub. But now I guided the pace. Pinching her nipples, massaging her globes I eased her onto her...back. She was panting heavily as I tantalizingly licked her wet skin. Also I had slowed the pace of my thrusts causing her to try and push her butt upwards. She moaned with each stroke and was asking me to fuck her hard. ‘Ashu kashala satavtoys mala?’ ( Ashu why are you troubling me) ‘Majhi aag shaant kar, Majhya chakulit tujha ras oot’ ( Quench. She can leave anyway, so parents really can't say much. For me it's just a courteous formality.I had a few aces up my sleeve, but it wasn't time to play them yet. They may not need to be played, but it was nice to know they were there. Keep the poker face Bob.Mel on the other hand, was pretty much a lock. I think all I need to do is ask Janet for her permission and Mel was mine until September or even beyond as long as I made her go to college and visit mom. Mel would not be the same reasoning. They lay there, on the floor of his front room. His hand remained on herhead, not allowing her to pull his, now flaccid, cock from her mouth. She wonderedwhen he would allow her to move, while hoping that it would not be for sometime. Eventually, they got up to eat breakfast and to shower. As she was drying herself from her hot shower he began to explain himselfto her and why he had held her down. He exposed himself as wanting a compliantwoman who would submit to his needs. "I tell you these. From here it would rest entirely on me to slowly seduce him further so that he would have no alternative but to engage in fucking my thirsty cunt.The above was our plan and we had rehearsed this with husband playing the milkman.The rehearsal was acted twice in the evening, my husband faltered in the first rehearsal by making the mistake of trying to fast forward some part of the rehearsal, but I did not make any mistake in playing my part. I was so perfect that my husband was much surprised.