The first that stood up, to open the ball, were a cornet of horse, and that sweetest of olive-beauties, the soft and amorous Louisa. He led her to the...couch (nothing loth), on which he gave her the fall, and extended her at length with an air of roughness and vigour, relishing high of amorous eagerness and impatience. The girl, spreading herself to the best advantage, with her head upon the pillow, was so concentered in that she was about, that our presence was the least of her care and. She came and gave a kiss and removed my t-shirt and pulled my lungi. I was naked. She removed the Punjabi dress and was half naked. Red bra and panty. Then she went into the room and came out and opened her bra and threw it at me. Went into the kitchen and came with laddus. Came near and gave a kiss and broke the laddu in her mouth and pushed it into my mouth, made me to do the same. The she meddled with my cock and asked me to sit for some time. She when further bent showing her back removed. He remembered that she had told him once she didn't like hair on her body other than her head, but he never even gave a thought that she would shave there, but there she was, shaved completely, bare and uncovered. His cock throbbed again, his cue to waste no more time. "Move up to the center of the bed, head on the pillows, hands to each side of your head." It was a simple command, yet she didn't move. "Please....Matt....no..." Her voice was again, laced with fear and shaken. He had the. Two fingers were thrust roughly in her as she lay on her back. I worked them relentlessly vigorously, angrily even, on the aroused, ridges that I knew marked her g-spot. Harder and harder, my fingers moved as the nipple clamp bit into me. The palm of my hand pressed tightly against her hard clitoris, stimulating that, too. It was a way of transferring my pain to her - but not as pain, but as pleasure. And she came. Yes, all the old cliches about the woman's moanings and cries for "more".