I can explain it but won’t you offended if I narrate about Swati sexily to you? Or if narrate about what we are doing here?”I laughed and said “...Vinod, we are grown adults and we know what we are doing now, so I don’t mind. Please tell me what is going on there, I will not mistake about your narration”Harini pinched my hand and gestured to stop it, but she is not telling with real intention. In fact she is also curious to hear, but she is shy to hear the conversation along with me. I smiled and. “Mmm sir, can I touch it sir, please sir?” she asked and of course I wasn’t going to pass this up, “Ok Kelly, I want you to touch it for a £1 and if you want for another £1 you can kiss it” I offered working on the assumption that everything was a pound.“Wow, really sir” she said as her little hand reached out and enveloped my shaft, her fingers were warm and as she gave my shaft a little tug and squeeze my swollen head popped out and a little droplet of precum seeped out the tip, her eyes were. My arse was still sore from his cock and the belt and my nipples still ached. I decided to take a bath. The hot water helped soothe my body. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I must have nodded off because the next thing I remember was the phone ringing. I got out of the bath and went back to the bedroom and answered the phone."Slut, put on your pink summer dress and your high heel sandals. No underwear and get a taxi to my office. Be here at noon. Don't be late." He hung up.I stood there with the. Soft as the finest silk, hot as the fires of hell, and drenched in her sweet juices. It wasn't long before her gentle rocking motion became the wild bucking of a woman on fire in the throes of passion. Every time she climaxed I could feelher strong vaginal muscles clench tightly around me, and to my credit I found that I lost count of how many times I felt that particularly wonderful sensation.Then I did something completely unexpected. I reached underneath her bottom with both hands, lifted.