Scott turned south on Twelfth Street. Delivery trucks were parked up and down the street. A small army of decorators had descended on the building, un...er the direction of Thomas, the interior designer.Scott dismounted and pushed his bike past the trucks and through the open gate. The cobblestone courtyard was dry, unlike the street, thanks to the underground radiant heating system. Heating the outdoors to avoid shoveling the occasional snow wasn't looking so ridiculous with the arrival of. I was pulled down off the pillows until my bottom was pressed against his thighs, the fuzz tickling my cheeks, his monster dripping a steady line of precum onto my stomach, pulsing above me with blood that was all male and all hunger. His foreskin was strained over an inflated purple head, and I could just tell he was more turned on then he'd ever been, his eyes taking in every inch of my smooth body, and I watched him watch me, my eyes glued to this beast of a man that for now was not my. One by one we modeled ourpretty lingerie as the other girls complimented us. The models wouldstand close so we could feel the fabrics. Some of the girls weretouching the models in naughty places and running thier hands down thiersilky legs as they passed.I modeled my white wonderbra and french cut white lace panties, with awhite satin waist cincher with garters, seamed black stockings and mywhite slingback 4" high heels. I was modeling in my curlers, it felt sowonderfully feminine to be in. Days got converted into Weeks and Weeks into Months and my urge to make Chhaya mine was increasing with each passing day. I had Stained many a Panties and Bed Sheets while thinking of Chhaya but I was scared to make the first move towards her for fear of her Rejection but one day finally the day came when I heard some noise from her room as I peeped in I found her masturbating violently with 3 fingers into her 'Honey Pot', I went on looking I soon came to know from her movement and moans that.