Patla sa kapda bhi meri chuchi ko sparsh karta to bahut utejna se bhar jata mera badan. Utejit ho kar maine apni chuchi ko zor se bheech liya aur mera...badan masti se bhar utha. Fir maine salwar uttar kar ek nicker pehan li jiss se meri tangon ka adhik hissa dikh raha tha. Usske neechey meine panty nahin pehni thee. Chut garam ho rahi thee aur chut ki phanken phuli hui thee. Main Raja ka intzar karne lagi.Mere kamre ka bulb maine fuse kar diya tha. Kamre mein ek sugandhit scent chhidaka diya aur. Vicki undid the laces and helped Annie to slip the corsets off. Annie went to take her bath.“Cor he must have give thee a right seeing too, thee’s all bruised and sore,” Vicki observed“Oh god,” Annie sighed, “Is it so obvious?”“Indeed madam,” Beth interected, “Can’t miss it. Looks like mine did when Vicki fisted me.”“Oh god, how dare you,” Annie snapped.“Oh we dares to all right, it’s time we done you too ent it Vicki?” Beth agreed.“Don’t you dare,” Annie protested but she was naked and. I take a deep breath and try to hide my nervousness. I greet her, give her a big hug, and am relieved when she says she had no trouble at all finding my place. As I suggested, she’s brought her work clothes, so she can go right to her office afterwards. I bring Nina in for a minute and to show her where the toilet and shower are. Then we sit and chat a bit over coffee and toast. ‘Now we better start getting ready because we don’t want to miss the show.’ ‘Victor, I brought my bathing suit, but. “Professor?” Basya’s voice chills me. “We need to talk.”I draw in a breath and fortify myself. Then look at her.She stands with her back to the door, delicate and earthy. Black skirt flaring around shapely calves, waist trim, and belted. The blouse, sheer enough to tear, is the only protection against her teardrops breasts.“Ms. Basya, yes, I’m glad you’re here. I need to apologize for—”The red scarf slips as she tugs it free.There’s the bruise on her neck. My bruise.“No…” I rise and look for a.