" He laughed again as she swiped at him playfully. "Is it bad?" He asked feeling a bit of concern for his friend."No, it should be fine in a few minut...s." Good" He said. We walked with her and they held hands again walking into the diner. When they opened the door they were greeted with music, friendly folks, and of course the aroma of food cooking. The place was always packed and had great food and was themed for the 50's. The music was from alot of era's and was pretty much the hangout for. When she hesitated again, I casually flicked my hand to indicate she needed to also take her panties off. At that point, her look became more submissive, and still standing, she peeled them slowly off, one leg at a time.As she lifted her panties off of her foot and threw them into the pile of her other clothes, the music stopped -- she looked at me somewhat sternly, like asking "so what do you want me to do now, you cruel shit / master?"I went over to the stereo again and put the stylus down on. The penis that had gone flaccid when she bathed other parts of his body was slowly getting hard again.Kiran took her time to stroke his penis as she felt his penis harden. Mr. Khan too couldn’t believe his luck as he felt his soft and small hands go all the way from tip to base and occasionally on the balls. But before it could be completely erect, she poured water over it and finished the bath. She did not want to get carried away. She wiped him clean and let him enjoy another moment of. She was tall, a clear hour glass figure in her white tunic, symbolic of her purity, offset by a thin purple border, her breasts barely restrained by her fascia, the tight band below her breasts only accentuating her femininity, her hair in plaits, and a simple headband was designed to highlight not compete with her attractive face, the plaits trapping her natural brunette length. No use looking; Vestals were off limits even in training. Once fully initiated beyond even a Gods cock reach.Though.