She froze for an instant, not knowing how to respond, but did not move her leg from where she originally placed it. She regained her composure and the...n he switched hands and began to rub her thigh the other hand. He slowly moved it further up her thigh until he reached the hem of her short shorts and teased her by thrusting a couple of fingers under the hem, closer to fold between her legs. Still, she did not move or show signs of resisting. By then, they had all finished and Paul got up to. I guess her age was mid-fifties to late-fifties, about thirty years older than us. Her hair was clearly coloured to disguise her grey hair and had that odd blue tinge to it that older woman seem to go for. What caught my eye though was an expensive brand of malt whisky in her trolley, emphasised by a large electronic security tag enveloping the cap. She’d loaded up other expensive brands as well, yet no mixers or soft drinks. She didn’t seem the party type so I wondered if she was an alcoholic,. “Upar dekho…” she said sheepishly and then looked down herself. (Look up…)I immediately moved my eyes away. My heart skipped a beat as I was now trying to absorb what I had just seen. She was so cute! The way she had asked me to “look up” (and not at her body) just made me fall in love with her. She was so vulnerable there, so dependent. She needed my help and her loving son was there to help her. She didn’t seem angry, I thought to myself. After all, I was there helping her. And she had called. I groan."Talia " he breathes, and his teeth pull at my earlobe. "You're so ready."His fingers slide in and out of me, hitting that spot, that sweet, sweet spot again. The flogger clatters onto the floor and his hand moves over my belly and up to my breasts. I tense. They are sensitive."Hush," Daniel says, cupping one, and he gently brushes his thumb over my nipple."Ah."His fingers are gentle and enticing, and pleasure spirals out from my breast, down, down . . . deep down. I tilt my head back,.