Experimentally I started stroking her rosebud with my ring finger and probed the entrance with just the tip. Her reaction was positive and encouraging... without saying a word directly. Actually neither of us had said a word since this part of the massage started. I don’t know whether we felt no words were needed or if we were afraid that saying anything would interrupt the flow and make us think and possibly interrupt what was happening. But the continual moans and other sounds from Alex told me. I feel it, all the way down to my now very wet pussy. Those little red panties are soaked. “I’m proud of you for waiting just as I told you to, I’ve been watching you”, he says quietly. “We can have a light dinner, I don’t want us to eat too much but we will need our energy tonight.” “I want you to go to the restroom, remove your panties and bring them back to me.”, he says before I can say anything at all. I do as he says, quickly and without question. Walking back to the table, I know I’m. All of sudden she told me that she wants to confess something to me. Upon asking her about it, her reply came as a shock to me.She sent me a couple of pictures in which she had clipped her clit and peach colored nipples with a note. “I’m a nymphomaniac, feeling horny now and want you.” As she lives in Cuffe Parade and I live at Colaba, we decided to meet by 9 pm. I rode my motorcycle to the destination.I met her in a coffee shop at Cuffe Parade. We ordered coffee and were sitting in a corner of. Ten miles down the motorway I took the familiar turn off to the secluded spot where i was hoping to meet a cd admirer or two.As I pulled in I was disappointed to see that mine was the only car in the vicinity but of course this meant i could do a spot of preparation while I waited.My pussy and cock are always shaved smooth as are my legs as wearing stockings is a requirement at this secluded spot.After all who would want to ladder a pair of soft sheer hold ups anyway?Out came my favourite dildo.