Looking lost as I chew on my lip in contemplation. She stares at me with a growing impatient look as a minute passes by that could have taken an hour ...in my mind. Finally my hands go to the hem of my tank top, and I slowly begin to pull it over my head, nervous, frightened, and more then a little excited. I simply cannot help it as my tank top drops to the floor, my bra quickly following after. Freeing my small, but perky b cup breasts. My hands are shaking slightly as they slide down to my hips. He opened the door and I slipped in onto the seat. Master and the Driver put my bags in the boot and they both got in. Our hotel was about 45 minutes away from the airport. The driver was a young man in his mid-20’s had a handsome face still a little boyish. He kept looking in his mirror at us and I grinned at him and winked. “Master John?” I said loud enough for the driver to hear. “Yes my slut, what is it?” “I never got to clean your big huge cock after you fucked my arse. May I clean it. She was scared and starting to hyperventilate, but whenever she glanced from the road to the man sitting close beside her and turned to her, she saw those blue roses in motion. His muscles undulated from the rotation and motion of his finger inside her cunt and of his other fingers at her inner thighs. She just melted at the exoticness of what was happening to her and the beauty of his motion. ‘There’s 22. Turn right and go about a mile,’ he directed her, as his second finger entered her and. The senior guy told me that he would like to do some poses of a couple in studio, I was giggling inside me and said fine. She told Ritu the same thing and told both of us to come close.At the first place I was little nervous that what will happen, but Ritu was just terrific, she stood in front of me, hold my left hand and kept on her waist, and just put her one hand over my shoulder. I was literally enjoying that feel. We both were looking in each other’s eyes and it was an amazing feel to just.