I kissed her deeply. "You're so hot Kim". She kissed me back. She said softly, "I've pulled off even more". I bit my lip and moaned. "Not as shy as I ...hought". I moved my hand slowly downwards and felt through the fabric of her skirt that she indeed did not wear anything underneath. I whisper "Fuck". "Yes please" she said "But you know this is new to me". I moved my hand to just above her vagina and kissed her soft and wet. "I do the work sweetie, it will be an honor for me". She moaned softly. Looking up at Sudhir’ with penetrating gaze….and seeking his response to such a vulgar suggestion.“j ji nahin” .Sudhir was looking down….!Bingo!.—-And his cock didnt wilt a bit! “Perfect!” Neha thought.“Chalo choro. Meri phir se dekho ge?”“ji hain”“kya?” . Neha continued the teasing torture..“Ji woh…h”woh kya?!…..Bolo woh kya?!”“JI Apki ch…..”“Meri kya Sudhir!?”….Neha called him by his name now in a bit hurried tone.“ji chut!”“Tumhare laude ki tadap dekh ke pata chalta hai ki tumhe maza aa raha. My wife whispered encouragement in my ear as she stroked my cock. It was turning into a good hand-job despite the improvised lube. I could not stop thinking of the people only 2 feet away that had no idea what we were doing. It was quite a rush but was distracting me from the pleasure of the hand-job. I closed my eyes to block out the situation. The wanking started to really hit the spot. Each stroke was getting me closer. I could feel the orgasm building, then it arrived. My cock went rock. The reps stopped there and the lights came back up. “We know everything, Mr. Whitmore. We know there are more- Johannah Chase, Sapna Kanabar- but I think you get the picture. We know about the website, the blog.” He shuddered in absolute embarassment. He had called it Brady’s Pussy, a log of all his fantasies, photos of these goddesses taken from Facebook, coupled with his favorite porns, elaborate fantasies linking all of them. It was a journal of his inner-most mind, a site of.