"I'm sorry. I guess I had it in my mind that you were going to be after me, but... " She said apologetically."I'm OK, I was just disappointed that you...would treat me that way after... " He started to say, but trailed off, knowing she knew what he meant."Pals?" She said offering her beer bottle to clink a toast.Gerry clinked his glass, nodded and smiled, while running two fingers under his nose, as if sniffing and winking at her.She winked back and turned away to mingle with others, not letting. I could only speculate. I spotted her almost immediately – large suitcase, shirt shirt, black skirt. Looking almost like an air-hostess. ‘Daddy sent you?’ she asked, in accented English when I approached her. ‘That’s right. Nithyanala, right?’ ‘That’s me,’ she smiled. Her voice was throaty and deep, but otherwise she seemed quite normal. She was quite short, barely over five feet tall, and thin too, in fact her waist was among the narrowest I’ve seen, even in the shirt, but her breasts pointed. Melissa seemed lost in some other world as Desire’s fingers worked dark magic on her swelling sex. Desire, losing patience with Melissa’s cocktail dress, simply grasped the neckline and ripped it open. With Melissa’s breasts fully exposed, she sucked hard on one erect nipple, and pinched the other one hard. Melissa gripped Desire’s neck and pulled her head into her body as the by now sweating lover drove Melissa into an orgasmic convulsion.Desire stopped her thrusting fingers inside Melissa’s. I really think I should stop this now, but how? Dr. Adams gently places his hands on my legs and spreads them apart. I close my eyes and just hope this will be over soon. He sweeps his fingertips up my inner thigh until they reach my pussy. Gently probing his fingers between my pussy lips, he rubs the surrounding flesh in circular motions, examining each inch carefully. He slowly moves upward, massaging the flesh surrounding my clit. His fingers feel amazing and they take their effect on my.