I could notice goosebumps on her skin. Within no time, I started to kiss her neck joint and shoulders. My left hand was already on her navel. She was ...ompletely under my control.I cupped her boobs over her saree and started to squeeze them gently. I pulled her pallu off her shoulders. My hands were running all over her body, caressing her. I could feel her erect nipples over her blouse. Guess she was not wearing a bra. Her shoulders and strips of the blouse were wet with my saliva.I was gazing. Eventually, she will make a breakthrough.In a soundproofed back room, out of view of the world, Ki Jung strips down to her panties and a sports bra, where she then lays down and gets comfortable. Master Jamison stands watch over her, protecting her during this time of vulnerability. There is not a hint of improper thoughts to be found as he stands vigil over her. In each corner of the room, Tom has placed a Qi gathering formation, with a final one in the center under where Ki Jung is resting on. Right then and there, he had decided to add her to his little group of housewife sluts and his cock had gotten hard as he thought about her initiation. He had hired the boy she fucked, boy hell, he was 22, but he looked like a 16 year old. He had watched him in a home movies one of his friends had made when he added him to a bitch he was breaking in, he knew he would come in handy at some point. It wasn't hard to get the little bitch to fuck him, he'd watched her for awhile and could see her. As they snap closed, you hesitate and try to pull your hands away, but I overpower you easily and lift the handcuffs above your head. The short chain separating the cuffs slides onto a hook which hangs from the ceiling on a thick rope. I step away from you, regarding your helpless form, and peel off the remains of my shirt. Sweat gleams on my body, and you are suddenly aware of the urgent beat of your heart. I throw the tattered shirt into a corner and move into you again, kissing your upturned.