Diya did what she was told, made her long hair into a huge bun on top of her head. ‘Now you slowly remove your kameez, turn around, open the zip fir...st, and pull it down through your legs’ Mani sir directed her. Diya did exactly as told, her heart was beating faster. She freed herself from the tight kameez. She was still facing away from the three people.‘Beautiful, now face us, and untie your salwar, so that it falls freely down’ she heard him ordering her. Diya involuntarily did so, the cold. ..” he said.“No, no, no you’re right. Still it is a thought. Actually, I wonder if he hasn’t thought about things along those lines already,” she said.“Maybe, but we don’t know if he has, nor do we dare to even think about asking him or your ex-boyfriend about any of that,” he said, “not ever.”“He’s a genius. He has a lot to offer. A dancer? No, he’ll never be one. But other things...” she said. The man across from her looked to be thinking.“You know, just maybe we could do something along. ." Rather than completing his thought, he just stared at her. But it wasn't a stare of longing. It was intense, like he was trying to pierce her skull with his eyes.Heather felt a little light headed, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. It felt like she was under water and the current was streaming thickly past her head. She swayed in her seat, but when she blinked, she felt better.David was livid. He lashed at her again with all his mental strength, but it was like trying to hold a. He loved the sensation as my lips ran up and down, and my tongue teased his head. I loved knowing that this strong and very able bodied man was stark naked and moaning at my touch, that he needed me to run my hands across his muscular body and take his member inside of me, for his own sake. I loved becoming his addiction.As if in line with my thoughts, I felt him gently remove me from his cock, before lifting me upwards.“I’ve never had a woman make me wait.”“Carter,” I told him, with unshakable.