She said “mai tail le kar aayi.. aap apni pant utaaro zara”. I said ok and then she went out to her jhuggi to bring some mustard oil for malishing... me. During this time my heart was beating very fast as I knew this maalishing and all would lead to having sex with her.. She then arrived and bolted the door, I had taken off my pants. She then said, “sahib shirt aur banyan bhi utaar do, nahi to unpe tail lag jayega” I did the same and then she asked me to lie on the bed invertedly. She came on the. With the back of her hand, she brushed the soft underside of his shaft. She lay there, puzzled; fascinated; and terrorized by the animal unfurling itself in front of her.Was it alive? It seemed to have a mind of its own. Marcel reached out with his left hand and pulled her legs closer to his body so he could reach her better. He ran his left hand up and down her leg.Her soft shaven and tanned legs highlighted and accented the bare shaven vulva starring at him. Was it him touching her, or was it. My dad was a douchebag about some issues. Trust me I still got away with murder. He was old fashioned about making me wait until I was sixteen to have my first real date. I hated him for that shit. I was not your average k**. I had a huge secret. Right after I turned f******n my dad got me a job at the restaurant where he worked. It was all kinds of i*****l and corrupt. People thought I was a slacker in my advanced classes. Nearly every weeknight I worked from five to ten. On Sundays. But at that time there were no sexual feelings.I remember when my body started turning from child to teen and some hair grownup over my cunt and armpit. I found him more interested in my body always waiting for touching my body. I started using bra. I was provided with a separate bed. Due to this proximity with him I was never shy with him either. It was after some days that I noticed that, while alone, he started paying more than usual attention to my breasts. Being used to living alone, I was.