“What you doing” she said half-jokingly, “Well we are on the back seat” I answered.Again she giggled and said “I’ve never been on the back...seat with a lad before” “Then you haven’t lived” I replied, as she giggled again I leaned in and kissed her. She let me and after a couple of kisses we were soon in a clinch. As we pulled apart she asked “Are you married” “Does it matter” and with that she looked at me, kissed me again and said “No I suppose not”.The lights went down and the adverts started. I shall first introduce myself to you.I am Rupam (name changed), 23 years old, medium complexioned, 5’6” in height with an average body, though a little on the bulky side. I have long curly hair up to my shoulders. I am from Kolkata. Without much ado, I will now shift straight to my story.When this incident had happened, I was in my junior college and a young woman had come to work as a full-time domestic helper in our house. She was from some village near the border of West Bengal and Orissa.. ” Moving the tip just to my lips, Terry squeezes out a generous amount of clear pre-cum and says, “Mmmmm, yes you do want it, don’t you? And maybe I’ll give it to you.”After smearing the liquid on my lips, Terry walks back to the other side. I feel the vibrator that was deep in my ass being pulled out slowly. With only a couple inches remaining, it is shoved back in several inches. On the next slide the vibrator is removed completely from inside and Terry announces, “My goodness, look at. Her eyes closed her mouth partially open licking her top lip with just the tip of her tongue. Then it pans back down her body, I notice her nipples sticking straight up as hard as a rock. It continues down she has now placed a finger at the opening of her pussy. She slowly begins to insert it. The slow motion she is using to do this is only intensifying her own pleasure, building for that one time climax. My hand around my cock again stroking slowly downward as her finger enters her pussy..