He guided her to the reception desk, not moving his hand from her hip. He could feel she was soft under her tight dress, and liked the way she felt on...his fingers. She smelled good too, and when he pulled her close, her breasts pushed together, grazing his side. He leaned down to her, pushing her hair behind her ear, pressing his fingers into her a little, making sure she couldn’t wriggle away. “I’m here to look after you. Remember, just say stop.” Oh that voice was molten running through. Here, put your foot here in this stirrup.”As I did this he retrieved and mounted the other one and helped me place my other foot in it. He then told me to grab the bar behind my head and pull myself up a bit. When I did this he told me to just keep holding it.I watched in fear as he put more lubricant on his fingers, this time the middle and ring finger, and then felt them press then enter my anus again and sink past the second knuckles again. I just knew my stupid penis was going to grow hard. It was so tight that her waist position and her belly position was clearly remarkable. Her arms were little fleshy and was tightly hugged the small sleeves. Butter like skin color. Hairs tied with a band and no dupatta (Scarf) was wrapping her breasts so I could guess its 36DD because it was popping out of her chest and am sure the top of her breast will be minimum 7 inch away from her flat stomach. You can imagine how popping it was and how big it must be. The kurta was having side cuts so I. The heat had already been turned up on things, they both knew it,felt it, but both were doing their best to keep it where itwas...harmless fascination. Well truth be told Demi wasn't trying as hardas John was. She was still young and her hormones were raging. She wasalready taking fairly large dosages of female hormones to assist in herchanges and they were playing havoc with her mind. She was having almostuncontrollable thoughts and urges. She was still a good girl and didn'twant to damage her.