I went to the room and opened Indian sex stories and jacked off reading some stories. At night around 9.30 pm, I got a Whatsapp msg and it is from her...and her DP looked stunning in a modern dress.We chatted all the night and came to know that her husband stays in US and visits rarely and she asked directly that how are the things you watched in the mall. I replied back saying, “what are you asking about?”. She replied me I saw what you are watching at. At last, I said your mangoes are so nice. He told me what was in my suitcase. Some dresses for going out in and day clothes, shoes and some lingerie as well as a couple of toys, too, and of course my toiletries. But there was a small bag of toiletries in my carry on. He had put one of my butt plugs in my carry-on bag and told me I had to put it in when I got to Sydney and remove it when His friends took me back to the airport, and expected a photo sent to Him from one of His friend’s phones of it in my arse. I had to ask them to do. The rest of my body continued to be touched and massaged as the hand between my legs continued to tease. I then felt the hand gently pinch my outer lip and pulled it to the side and then back again. This was repeated on the other side and then a single finger moved gently over my clit. My knees buckled with the stimulation and I let out a soft scream. The other hands held me up as the hand between my legs slowly circled my clit. It was all I could do to remain standing.Shudders of amazing. ”. She felt my arm reach down past her waist, down her abdomen to her crotch. She sucked in, her eyes closing. Slowly, he rubbed her, his fingers probing. Finally, my hand came away and moved back to her waist. When she looked down, she saw her nighty wet. “Oh my God,” she gasped. Jack’s caressing had caused her to cum involuntarily. What was happening? She couldn’t be sure. She felt as if in a daze. Then she became aware of something hard against her. It was pressed against the area just above.