There was something poetic about it. I could feel him pulsing inside me, taking me with him on a journey of wantonness. His prick, felt heavy and full...inside my vagina. Each stroke as he languidly and slowly moved inside me, was making me want to scream, keen. My arms moved restlessly over his back, torso.I felt hot and out of my depth. He surrounded me. His breath coming in short circuit with every move he made. His manly scent and woodsy musky cologne surrounded me in a cocoon of heat and. The jacket was like a tux jacket made out of black lace. The under jacket was made out of black and white satin with red trimmings. The dress went down to mid thigh and had a slit up the side. Accented with heels, red nails and a cute little top hat on the side, she was the perfect little girl. She kept checking her phone, so I figured she was waiting for someone. It did not stop me from checking her out for the rest of the night. She was walking around, and I followed. A bit stalkerish I. He stropped his straight razor a few times before sanitizing it. Then, remembering something, he tied her thick hair into a ponytail.The more I looked at Nupur, the hornier I got. She had really grown (in a good way) during the lockdown. Her stats remained the same, but her boobs were now 34c. Her hair was cut in a v shape falling between the shoulder blades in the back and covering her tits in the front.The old barber applied foam to Nupur’s cheeks and nape. I got a hard dick at the prospect. "Help me take him down Ruth," Madge said, "it's time to finishdressing him!"As Ruth steadied me, Madge unhooked the white clothesline ropefrom the sturdy hook near the window frame. As the rope slippedthrough the pulley I felt the weight returning to my feet. Ruthquickly removed the wrist cuffs, then moved me to the bed. Shegathered a floor length, white satin slip and had me put my armsup through the straps as she swished it over my head. She pulledit down into place. When she helped me stand.