” The king took Bhanu’s hand leading him away. Now Neera was clearly getting agitated she did not want to be left alone with the prince. She woul...d any day prefer to be part of the political discussion. “She is your father’s dear friend’s daughter. Take care of her,” the queen commanded Veer. Smiling pleasantly at Neera she moved sideways to greet the other guests. Neera turned towards Veer who busy finishing off his drink was ignoring her rudely. Neera shifted her weight from her right foot. .....I start again.Dah,dah,dah,You pinch my thigh again..............I try again.....................and then grab the back of your head and kiss you..................My hand on your thigh.I pull you towards me with my left hand as my right hand strokes you stocking clad leg..................the transition between your skin and the stockings making me hard.You resist at first then embrace my kiss.........your tongue flicking into my mouth.My fingers running up underneath the elastic of your. It was unexpected however,when I told her I wanted to do things differently nexttime. I had bought a mask for her to wear so her facewouldn’t be seen. I wanted her to pose with herincredible tits at the glory hole, so the guy in thenext booth knew there was a woman there (I guess shecould have seemed to be a really well equippedtranny…) I might suck the cocks that came through the hole for aminute or so, or I might not. I wanted her to back upto the hole and fuck most of them, then. I touch the wetness with my fingers and feel it is creamy and slippery. I bring my panties to my nose and smell them, it is definitely not pee, I dab my tongue on the patch it tastes creamy and musky. I take some tissue paper from the holder and wipe my self, the sensation of the paper against my wet slit is absolute bliss. I hastily pull off my panties, flush the loo and return to my bedroom clutching them in my hand putting them in my dirty laundry basket. My pussy is still tingling so I sit.