She had an amazing cute face. She was around 5’6, a bit dusky (like Lisa Haydon), and awesome figure of 33-25-30. She was draped in a saree and had ...tied her hair like a bun. I just kept staring at her.She interrupted and said – “Hi I am Jhanvi and madam had called me for work”. I still just kept staring her body and I could see that she had started to feel shy seeing my drooling looks. Mom came from behind and asked her to let her come in. She went and I realized that she was the new help at. Five minutes later, she paused again, frustrated and horny. She was becoming increasingly fidgety, desperate for cock."Well..." I began. She looked at me, begging. "... there is one... other thing you... could try..." I forced out, faking sheepishness. I gently touched a finger to her mouth. Suzanne's face took on a disturbed look as she struggled with the idea.After several seconds of hard thought, she began to tremble. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to bend her knees, lowering herself to. Full of arousal I walked into my room and collected what was needed to slip away into the fantasy of you being here with me. Lube, dildo with accompanying bullet and a towel not wanting to soak my sheets with the release I needed to feel. Before lying down on my back my lubed fingers played with my erect nipples, circling, teasing and fondling my full breasts. With eyes closed I pictured the warm lube as the wetness from your mouth as you lovingly suckled them. I reveled in the images and. It was her wedding day and everything seemed to be perfect for one of the biggest days of her life so far. She was marrying the one man in her life who she thought would make her forever happy and contented, Rob, and she was in the final stages of preparing before it was finally time to leave the room she dressed and done her makeup and hair in before she went out and they started the marriage ceremony. She loved tradition and her parents had agreed so she and Rob hadn't seen each other at all.