A little push here, shove there, and those outside forces become inside forces for her use. She stops pacing and looks up at the nightstand. The perfe...t idea has presented itself. With a devious smile, she steps over to it.Rebecca feels so wild and wicked. It is early morning. She’s come home, gotten the hard part out of the way with her parents. She even got the hard part out of the way with Liam. She quit school to be with him. Finally, she realized that lying to herself and Liam about not. Bus was in full motion and bhajans were sang and immediately the she asked me that are you sheila aunties son (my mom)I nodded with affirmation and short smile. Then again she asked me all the other questions and ice was broken and I too asked about her and found that she is teacher and her parents are looking for her suitable guy for marriage. I asked why she married didn’t and she said in her caste marriages are very late and that too after perfect earning capabilities. In the conversations. I didn’t ask Ryan what they were for.I was amazed by what I saw in that shop and got Ben to promise to take me to one back in England.From there we went to a café for an ice cream and a drink. It was hot out.I sat like a careless little girl not having her mother with her to remind her to close her knees. I caught 2 men looking at my pussy.On the way back to the jeep we passed an art shop and Ryan exclaimed, “Body paint!”And disappeared inside. He reappeared 5 minutes later with a big bottle of. I had been a good girl and done as I was told and got a shower and now had a fluffy white ‘hotel’ towel wrapped in a turban around my head and another wrapped around my body which was folded in on itself just above my breasts. I could see his eyes running slowly up and down my body and that made me feel wonderful knowing that he wanted me so much, as I did him. My eyes were wide and there was a faint smile on my face.“Do you trust me………….!” He repeated and I sipped a glass of ice cold.