I had not felt such attraction even to my husband. He removed my saree, bit by bit and moment by moment. His hands went about my body, touching me in ...parts which were not touched by anyone.Normally, foreigners would pull away my clothes; remove their clothes and push their cocks inside my soft pussy. The only thing they found pleasure was in biting me on my tits. When I would scream in displeasure, they would feel a sense of victory. Within seconds they would ejaculate and it would be over.And. I closed my eyes, overcome with pleasure, only for him to abruptly stop touching me. Silently he left the room, leaving me naked and handcuffed to his bed. I was confused a slightly alarmed. This could really have been a very stupid idea. It seemed like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes before Ron returned to the room. I had shared some risqué videos with him. Was he really planning on replicating them on our first meeting? This had not been my plan. "I've never done that," I said. I practiced my guitar for an hour or so before Rachel picked me up to go study at Joan’s.A lot of little touches and kisses passed among us during the afternoon but we had studying to do. Our first Honors English paper would be due on Wednesday, so three of us were cross-checking each other’s work on that. I’d probably spend my Tuesday evening with Desi going over her paper. Her parents would be home this week, so I doubted we’d be studying naked in her bedroom again.Livy, Rachel, and Joan were. And you would be OK with Suzanne and me fucking in bed with you? Yes. I think so. I dont want to stop you from fucking. But I do want to be near you. At work Suzanne and I had to act the role of close colleagues, with no hint of a romantic involvement. I think that we carried it off pretty well. However, driving home that evening we could let our guard down. God, Bill! I so want you to fuck me. But how are we going to do it with Vera there in the bed with us? Well, you had no problem with Maria.