‘Now do I have to gag you or will you keep your mouth shut while I call my lawyer.’ she glared at him ‘I’ll be quiet mistress.’ he said bow...ng his head and despite the possible disaster stirring in the air, she grinned maliciously at his submission. Raul was the perfect slave for her, he was obedient, reliable and as loyal as a little lap dog. He would do anything for his mistress, and always went above and beyond the call of duty when it came to her acting career. Publicity was the key to. And what of his pleasure? It also comes through his hands. He needs to touch.He hands are the conduit, and in this room, his hands create pleasure for them both. It flows from his hands into her flesh and back into him. There are no words. Excepting what is absolutely necessary. A gentle instruction. A simple response. Each word existing to enhance the work of his hands. Her eyes are closed. She does not see, so that she can fall more completely into his touch.His eyes are open. He sees, so. At this stage, I am sure not a single one of us had any idea about what was going on in the movie. It was a Shahrukh movie anyway, so chances are nothing interesting was happening. But we silently seemed to have agreed to continue the pretense.Shyam fondled and massaged her calves, and slowly but surely kept moving his hand upwards. In ten minutes, his hands had gone above her knees and he was now massaging her lower thighs, just below her skirt's hemline. He massaged her there for a few more. Now Dave and Thomas got a good eye full of my 34D tits bouncing up and down as I rode Sam.Sam let go of my tits and put his hands on my waist, "Lean back Jessica, put your hands on my knees." I did as he said; I reached behind myself and braced myself by placing my hands on his knees. I bent backwards, about 45 degrees or so, my big tits just sticking right out along with my hard, erect nipples.“Don’t stop showing me how much you want the job Jessica.” Sam said to me, I knew what he meant; he.