He took us into a studio nearby safdujang enclave.one person was there to apply the makeup on my wife and other was a photographer. Rittu was wearing ... black sarre .they told rittu to stand in front of the camera and started taking photos of rittu.the photographer was touching my wife but i didn’t mind neither did rittu as she was enjoying the photosession.the photographer tan started caressing rittu boobs tinging her tits.at this time i objected and said what he was doing.he said he got. Even the four doctors were starting to come around, but only starting. Some of the things I was trying to accomplish were not in the approved category and the three men and a woman strongly disapproved.I could feel somebody else watching us and I knew that something was up. There was a sense of excitement and even fulfilment but it was nebulous at this range. A ball of fire was pictured and I deduced the probable cause."Corporal," I called loudly. He came running up and saluted. To him alone I. Sweetie, I’m going to need to pull these down, she said.I was so relaxed I simply mumbled ok.She hooked her fingers under my shorts and slowly pulled them down over my pale white ass. I raised my hips slightly so she could take them past my hard cock and down my legs. She tossed them aside and continued rubbing the oil onto my ass.Sweetheart, she exclaimed, she need to get some sun on those cheeks.I said nothing as she clenched my ass cheeks in her hands. She slide her hands over my ass and. Albert grimaced, and he heard a giggle. The dark form of the woman he met at the bar sashayed in front of him, still in full dress, the voluptuous curves of her body disappearing into the shadows around her. She turned to face him, standing above and looking down, her clear blue eyes glinting in the dark.She slowly knelt between his legs, and he felt the desire of his hips to thrust forward thwarted by his restraints. The velvet gloves played electric inside his thighs, touching everywhere but.