While waiting for the knock on my door I kept my cock hard and my balls all to ready to empty their hot sticky contents for her. Then there was a fain... knock on my door my heart suddenly jumped to my throat. Still rubbing my cock I rushed to let her in. As I opened the door she stood there looking like a frightened lamb, I still had hold of my cock with one hand as I took her and gently pulled her in side. I smiled at her "It will be ok" she just nodded and glanced down at my cock happily. We sat in my car , i pretended that the car was not starting, and we will have to go by my motorcycle, she told me she prefers the motorcycle as she has not sat on one since a long time, Nibha sat on the pillion and I drove the vehicle. Nibha came closer to me and held me by my waist saying that she felt slightly unbalanced. Her fleshy and spongy boobs were being pressed on my back. It was clear to me that she deliberately did so. All through the way she put on pressure of her fleshy luxurious. "Uh Uh Uh. Dave. I'll do the talking thank you." She said firmly. "I'll explain everything but in the meantime, do us both a favor and get your clothes off. You look like such an idiot standing there with your dick bursting to get out."How could she do this? How could she control him so utterly? Here she was, in HIS place, telling him what to do and as he thought about it, he found himself complying.His tossed his clothes to the floor one by one until he stood there naked in front of her,. I discretely turned my head to look at the young woman again. She was sitting very still and very quiet, as if she was a porcelain doll, but she was still crying. Big tears ran down her cheeks and down her neck. She swallowed, and the muscles moved under her skin. That was the only visible movement. I scratched my head to have a plausible excuse for why I had my head turned in such a way that I looked right at her – just in case she’d look up and catching spying on her. What could be the reason.