Still maintaining her figure she was absolutely beautiful and sexy that night.D****d in her transparent black satin saree,the blouse that she wore was...sleeveless and so low cut that i could almost see her cleavage through her saree.way down her saree just clung to the line below her belly exposing her juicy navel and her midriff..and to complete it all her 6 inch heels,gold anklets,a couple of bangles and a shiny diamond necklace.This was too much for me and i was having a tremendous hardon. By this time i am squirming again, but for very different reasons…i can never be in the same room with You without wanting You badly, but in many ways this is a new type of desire. You are taking Your time. There are no bindings in sight. i have use of all my senses. i honestly don’t know what to do. i figure that the best course of action is to lie back and enjoy it, at least until You direct otherwise. i close my eyes and settle in to do just that when i feel your hot breath on my bald pussy.. He then went on to quote many an erudite but dry source. ( Most of which was garnered from two clicks on Google that week. From those sites he plagerized unabashedly. He just called it uncited research.)"Exhibitionism is one of the behaviors in a group of sexual problems called paraphilias. ( No, boys, that is not code for girls' boobies, 'a pair you feel, yes ' ) But the female breasts, like the buttocks, are certainly noteworthy subjects of this particular fetish, social outlet or expression,. He winced as the thing penetrated his hole and immediately felt like he needed a shit. The sensation grew strange as she started to slowly thrust the thing in and out and he honestly didn’t know if he liked it or not. It didn’t feel as horrific as he had been expecting but he wasn’t sure that it was pleasant either. The procedure took on a different set of sensations however when the woman grabbed his dick again and started pumping it while she continued to ram his arse hole.His brain could no.