In the few months I had been there, I had blossomed as my body developed, my breasts, though small, were of sufficient shape and desirably, twin peaks... adorned with cup-caked areola, typical for girls my age, hence my reluctance to wear a brassiere, especially in the house, I let them sway in a fluid motion, enticing men to reach for them and tease the nipples to harden, daddy had noted this and remarked as to their teasing, I responded brazenly one morning by removing my shirt, I breakfasted. .. suck it hard. It feels good to me..... Bite me....." I did . It took three sharp grasps but the blood began to flow as a sucked harder and harder. The blood tasted sweet again and I began to feel my cock tingle from base to tip. I drank more blood and fucked so hard into her body that we slid across the carpet leaving a skid mark of bloody cum. She started to cum.... "Thomas... Yes fuck yes..... Stab your cock deep into my body.... Yesss.... oh my God... Fuck me, fuck me, fuck. She had been posted to Bombay in April and had only spent 2 months in the city. Left with no choice, both of us took the morning flight to Delhi. On the flight, I couldn’t help looking at her through the corner of my eye (I really hadn’t seen too much of her in office till then!).She was a tall girl – about 5 feet 9 inches, looked reasonably slim but as her duppata was open and over both her shoulders, I really couldn’t quite make out what she had on top. We chatted through the flight and I. The moment he asked me to help him, my heart started pounding faster and faster. I sat down on the floor and while holding the hammer, I was searching for the right sized spanner in his box. While I searched for it I could see that his eyes were on my torn trousers. While I pretended that I did not know about my torn trousers and continued my search for the tool, I could see that he was getting a hard on. On the one hand I had my hubby in my mind watching me from behind the store room door and.