And I love you too,” he emphasized with a gentle pussy feel.The movement again of her knee disturbed the man beside her. He looked to her breasts ag...in, and this time she smiled at him. “A wonderful day for a celebration,” she commented.Scott’s fingering made her body jolt once more. Her stranger looked down to see Sula’s hem exposing Scott’s hand between her legs and the motion of his fingers. His stare was now watching Scott’s fingers moving in and out of her pussy.The sound of drums and. They were kiran and shilpa both working as software engineers here in mysore. They were modern well understanding couples.As you all know the work stress in the companies so they wanted get relaxed so they contacted me from one of my regular customer. They called me & told that they wanted a good massage so I fixed a date and location was their home itself. On that day I reached their home they welcomed me then we had some chatting and snacks .Then we moved to their bedroom were massage was. Was that a message? From the other side a woman caressed my cheek. Although all eight carrying me were wearing red skirts I felt that at least some of them were our friends.We went down some stairs and through several rooms. Many doors were shut and locked behind us. A secret door opened on a very narrow and long flight of stairs. The red skirts brushed against me as they tried to make themselves and their burden fit the restricted width.We must be in the cellars of the Palace or even below. It was fastened to a turnbolt driven into one of the bottom logs near the middle of the room. Around her neck was a more narrow iron collar, fastened with a large bolt that sat beneath her chin. I had seen "dog collars" like that before on runaway servants and recalcitrant prisoners. Her face and arms were dirty, and her eyes seemed to glow with hatred. The dress she wore was the kind of thing poor farmers' wives dressed in to do their garden work, plain and shapeless, a kind of muddy brown.