I cursed God. I acted asleep. Soorpanaka actually woke up. She suddenly sat in her seat. I could see her correcting her saree immediately covering her...elf with her pallu. The guys were quiet above; probably acting sleepy. Riya immediately started shaking me. When she did not see a response she covered me with my pallu. I reluctantly opened my eyes. Riya told me to wake up as she wanted to change our dress. I refused but she was adamant. I liked the feeling of vulnerability in a sari.. “No, you can touch it. Please.” Confused, Matt carefully put his hand back over her breast. They were both staring at his hand, as if observing a delicate operation in progress. He squeezed the firm roundness of her pert young breast, and she felt her hard nipple pressing through the fabric of her dress into his palm. She groaned, he laughed softly in delight. “You have nice tits,” he said. “Do you want to see them?” she asked. The words surprised her coming from her mouth, but she meant them.. Pleasantries exchanged he sits in theexecutive chair and motions me to the richly upholstered guest seat.Mason "Stone" McCarthy is easily the most powerful and charismatic man Ihave ever met. A retired Marine colonel used to getting his way. Hisbroad shoulders filled his multi-thousand dollar suit. Despite the factthat his deep voice commanded full attention I nonetheless found myselflost in his steel grey eyes and could feel strong pheromones of his musksaturating my brains. He is talking. Under my dress, my flesh stiffened, and tendrils of wanting curled snake-like in my belly. He gave me a look telling me he could feel my reaction. His hand went lower, and his thumb brushed across the small of my back. Wanting to stop my body's reaction, I moved away. He was still smiling at me and it made me feel completely exposed and vulnerable. Man, he was hot. Not my usual type at all. My eyes flickered over the strong pecs and biceps I could see under his shirt. I wanted him badly. It was.