But I was in no mood to give in. I held her firmly and again pulled her in my arms and said, “Please Namita…I need u badly…please let me make lo...e with u.” Before she could say anything, I had my lips pressing against hers as I pushed her against the wall and started pressing on her boobs. I had removed her anchal (pallu of the saree) and kept squeezing her breasts from above the blouse as I kept sucking her lips. In no time she seemed to surrender as I felt her breathe heavily as we were. He opens the room door and I walk in, he locks the door and looks around, I walk to the bed and sit on the edge. He walks over to the bed and pushes me back, opening my legs to see my damp knickers and gently pushes them aside, he slides his fingers up and down my wet slippery slit which feels like a lifetime, until he gently pushes 2 fingers in my pussy and I let out a high gasp, he slides his finger inside me gently, then faster making me wetter and wetter moaning out in pleasure, he then. Pete knew from experience that sometimes white men felt very protective when black men were around their women. His comfort wasn't a consideration though, because everything boiled down to one thing. Susan wanted him there, and Pete would walk through the gates of hell for that woman.There was also the strange event with Sean to consider. Pete wanted to know more about what happened. Susan had kept her word and taken him to a private corner in the cafeteria and explained what she could about. She was determined that nothing should go wrong at this stage. Her name was Neijiet, which most people had had difficulty in pronouncing. She had agreed to have it changed to Annette, which was the nearest sound to her own name. She had been nervous and embarrassed when the woman and taken her to be shaved, but she had decided that what ever she was asked to do, she would obey without question. She did not want to return to Vietnam, having no family or friends she would have been destined for.