He smiles and tells me that I can't cum until they do. This makes me even wetter and I let out a little moan. He smiles wider and tells me to get onto...my knees. I am on my knees and aware of my nakedness and submission as the smiling guy steps forward still fully clothed. He takes off his shirt and tells me to kiss his cock through his jeans. I do as he tells me and kiss all over his bulge. He unbuttons his jeans and lets them fall and stands there in his boxers. He tells me to lick his dick. She shouted at me to properly give massage. I continued with the massage and started rubbing her ass much more than her body now she again has closed her eyes than I asked he shall I continue in the front side to which she didn’t said anything and directly turned herself. Still her eyes were closed I started massaging her front side but I did one thing that I removed my lungi and was not wearing anything under so was nude from waist than I continued massage by this I was knowing that she has. As expected, that combination felt good so I quietly leaned back and enjoyed my own little bit of foreplay until I heard her finally flush and wash her hands on the way out.I swiveled so I sat sideways on the toilet seat and could lean back against one wall, putting my foot up on the other one. That gave me good access to both my clit and my dripping wet pussy, so I started to stroke the first and tease the other.I began to dip my fingers into my pussy... first, just one a little bit inside,. I much preferred the thought of immersion in a Victorian scenario with females trained to obey and heed male instructions and they generally grew more submissive as the carnal heat was turned up a notch in a private nocturnal setting.The simple truth was that I was attracted to “bad” girls with little care for male orders or acting in a proper manner when left to their own devices.Once a prior time female was shed of her restrictive corset and the multiple undergarments that society required, I.