Sweat droplets went down from her neck to cleavage, that almost made my penis rock hard as she smiled seeing me standing there at the doorsteps awkwar...ly.“So, the academic boy thought to have a nice dinner?” She teased me and grabbed my hand to come inside.“Brother is not home yet?” I asked walking behind her in the living room. The yellow saree that she wore was a bit transparent, and I could feel the shape of her ass. Her round, softy ass cheeks were alluring to me. I sat on the sofa when. Beatles again ! The driver annoyingly called Ann(wish she had been called Michelle) just shook her head. Not laughing it off. We got in and set off to mine. She got a good tip for putting up with us. We were rather raucous !We entered my house and went into the living room. " Put some music on Sparks. Lets have a good time eh ?". Yip it was Christine speaking. It was only half 2! "Open the bottle Sparky". I poured the drinks but nobody seemed that interested to drink for some reason.I put on. As I finished and looked up at him, he gave me a gentle slap on the face and said "excellent job slave"."Thank you sir, my pleasure" You're not done yet though slave"He got up and stopped the camera, took out the memory card and put it into his laptop. He put a fresh one into the camera and switched it back on to record, and started bringing the movie we had just made up on his laptop.Once it had started, and the camera was rolling again, he pushed me back on the bed, sat over my face and. Yes. A two-liter bottle of Coke from the fridge and a nice large box of dark chocolate pralines from the cupboard. When I came back, Yvette was standing in front of Mike, struggling with the button of her jeans, and Mike was stroking her shoulders and upper arms, talking to the girl in a low voice. "Such a beautiful girl," - he crooned, brushing Yvette's hair out of her face, stroking her cheek and neck, - "such a big, beautiful girl. Show me how large you've grown for me."Yvette finally.