On my hands and knees on the floor, little skirt up around my waist, no blouse, just a bra, legs apart so a group of older men could look at my panty ...gusset and take photos of me! But it felt great, and I could feel myself getting moist again! I hadn’t even had a drink yet, so they hadn’t spiked it! This was what I really liked! I was born for this!Next I removed the skirt completely and lay on my back. I raised my legs vertically and then slowly opened them, stretching my knicker-gusset tight. And yes, he would meet you anytime. Come with me, I’ll take you to his cabin.”, she said. *He loves you.* My heart jumped in joy. I wanted to jump and yell. “Wait, let me use the restroom.”, I told her and went to the restroom quickly.I looked at my own face in the mirror. It was fresh. The kaajal had not thinned out. I slowly dragged the kaajal a bit to the edge of my eyes. I had tied my saree way up to the hips. I untied it, lowered it and put in on my waist, below my belly button. My navel. Eventually most of the girls left the dance floor, but one chick stayed behind to dance with me. A hot blonde with long legs, just barely covered by her miniskirt. I should have felt bad because she looked fresh out of highschool and I was closing in on 30 now. But in my state, I just didn’t care. I took her to the back of the room and continued to grind with her. I was getting so hard and horny, I couldn’t take my hands off of her. I was grabbing her titties and kissing the sides of her neck.. He turns on his side towards her and strokes her back tenderly. Her back is so soft it draws the very best efforts from his fingertips. He traces her spine up and down, memorising the feel of it. Gradually he hears her breaths become heavier as her arousal grows. Arousal born from purely physical and not the desire she’s supposed to feel. He moves behind her now and pulls down the covers. He silently takes in the sight of her and she feels his hard cock against her backside as he moves in to.