"You are going to be taught a lesson."Falling at his feet and kissing his shoes, I whispered, "Thank you, Sir. Thank you. Thank you." Joy and relief s...emed to merge. I can do this. I WILL do this."I want you to trust me today. Let go. Understood?"Gazing up at him, the look on his face was one I would never forget. His eyes bored into me with a determination that seethed. And the strangest thing was, I loved it. Without saying a word, he spoke to my centre. This is what you deserve. I nodded,. There’s nowhere to put the shirt, so she let it fall on the floor. Her jeans were next, and she kicked her sandals off, heard the button snap, and the zipper opening, but keeps her eyes closed, pretending this is a dream.In a way it is, for she’d asked repeatedly for this to happen, hadn’t she?Slipping the jeans down her legs, Scotia simply stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor by the shirt.Her hands have a slight tremor to them, not a lot, but enough to make it difficult to reach. She gave my outfit the once over and commented on the tights. Now I'll admit that this is one of those times when you are not sure if you said the next line or only thought it but I let her know her daughters comment about not being able to sleep with a man who wore tights. There was a long silent pause as we looked at each other until she said she didn't have a problem with that.She told me to follow her upstairs while she finished dressing and of course being a guy I couldn't help but check. Usha had closed her eyes and she had started moaning.’ aaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaah!’ It was sounding very seductive. It again gave me courage and I continued massaging gently around her pubic hair and entire thigh with my both hands, up and down, sometimes slightly touching the edge of her panty. She was moaning. Her expressions showed she was not in her senses. Her both legs were exposed fully. Her sari and petticoat were hardly covering her panty only. I asked her ‘how is it?’ She said in a.