Then a second pressed in, both of them index fingers, and what I assume belonged to the second woman at my legs. They press inside me, then wiggle in ...pposite directions, setting my nerves on fire as pleasure coursed through my body. Soon enough, they found that little bundle of nerves inside me that absolutely sends me wild. A mouth found its way to my clit again, tongue toying across it as I began to cry out in pleasure, an orgasm washing through me as a finger pressed against, then into my. It must be around 36-37. I could not take my eyes off her boobs and her lips as we chatted away together during our journey. I had dragged the curtains fully to ensure privacy and slowly started flirting Sonali. She too was game to it and played on with me. After an hour and so after snacks were over, Sonali got tired. I told her to sleep on my lap. She put on the bedsheet over her and slept on my lap. I began to fondle Sonali’s silken hairs. As she went into deep sleep, my fingers began to go. " I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply..." his voice tailed off.'Score one for the academics versus the politicians, ' she thought, smiling to herself.After a short silence which she felt no compulsion to break, he continued, "Could you come to Washington to talk about it? ... Please?"The "please" had all the hallmarks of a rarely used afterthought."I suppose I could be there Saturday afternoon," she said cautiously, "if you email me directions. Directions to your office I mean; I do actually know. His eyes were locked on Wendy. All of the men were looking at her, as I returned my gaze to her. Watching and sensing her slow movement to my nipples. Some may tell you that being blindfolded leads to more suspense and tension and in some situations it might. However, tonight my being able to see and my desire to will Wendy with my eyes further and further was more intense. I was at her mercy. My need so great, and yet I was helpless to will her on.I have no idea how long we had been at it..