Rushes of pure heat lapped at her once impenetrable fortress of ice. And, God... how she loved the feeling. How she needed it.She grabbed at it to hol... it tight.A new corrupting thing crept into her brain. She never saw it coming. It was a stealthy shadow and it darkened her once brilliantly selfish mind. She seemed unable to think of anything else anymore. And she didn't care. How could she? Nothing changed, really. Just the goal of her lifelong ambition had shifted.It slowly turned her into a. She got a call from her friend whom she assured that she will reach safely as she has me as a company to guide her correctly. Then they started talking something which I couldn’t understand as I was listening to only one side of the conversation. I head Swati replying (sorry I didn’t mention her name earlier, she was Swati Arora) in just yes or no.We reached her friend’s colony and nearby there was an auto stand. I thanked her for her help and got down from the car. She went inside. I was. Peter moved closer to her on the bed and grabbed her thighs. She reached down and grabbed the shaft of his cock and started to position it, pointing the tip right at her ass. She pulled on him a bit and said "Slow". I watched her face as he started to apply pressure to her asshole. She raised her legs a bit and let out a long breath, relaxing herself and the muscles of her ass. Her fingers were still in her mouth and her eyes sort of rolled back in her head a bit. Her right hand crept back down. As the evening wore on and the bottle of wine the two of them had split was nearly empty Steffi casually asked, "Do you have a compartment for the evening?" "Uh, no," Gwen replied, "it was too expensive, I'm just gonna sack out where I was sitting." Steffi took a last sip of her wine and offered softly, "No use doing that, I have a compartment with plenty of room for both of us!" Gwen was about to protest that she would be fine in the coach car, but before she could reply Steffi had taken her.