..Well, sure -- I guess I'm still young; maybe you're right and I'll get to move on some day. Need to find the right man, though...Oh, hey -- wasn't m...aning anything particular by that; sorry if I startled you... I meant I can't drive, I'd need someone to drive for me.Learn to drive? No -- I couldn't do that; can't take the test, got a kind of problem with my records that's too hard to explain or straighten out so I just walk most places... not like I'm going anywhere, much, anytime,. He, however, removes Riya’s green saree and catch Riya’s breasts in blouse & start to press. Riya whispers to him to take her breast out and drink as she is holding the blanket & covering with both hands. Shreyas feels her blouse hook & unhook it. At 1st it didn’t come out as Riya’s breasts were tight due to coldness in the night. Then again Shreya’s pulls & the hooks get torn out. Riya & Shreya’s don’t get to know that the hook has been torn out & blouse is loose. Shreyas then smells the bra &. When she was finished, Nita got her notebook and read Cindy's list of complaints. "Now, Mrs. Stewart, in the best journalistic tradition of trying to get both sides of the story, I'll review Miss Martin's accusations — I guess the story should read Slave Cynthia, though. First, she claims to be denied her ration of rice. She is right, you know. Every slave is assured a scoop of rice every day. She claims you're forcing her to eat tournedos Rossini. Do you have a comment?" Of all the ungrateful. I guess the sexy dance and exhibition had gotten to her. It certainly brought no complaints from me. I did as asked and she fairly pounded her pussy with her fingers. I always imagined her masturbation might be a gentle exercise with candles and soft music, but here she was standing before me, unashamedly spreading her pussy lips with one hand and thrusting juicy fingers in and out with the other while rubbing her clit intermittently with her thumb. It was all I could do to keep from cumming,.