I put the car in cruse control, pushed the seat back and waited. As planned she reached over and began to play with my cock through my pants, this res...ulted in me getting as hard as I could trapped in my jeans. Her hand slowly moved up to my belt, undid it then slowly and teasingly unzipped my pants. As her hands moved to the waist of my pants I arched my back so she could pull them down. She only pulled them down to just above my knees – remember if needed I would need to apply the brake. She. I arched my back and squirmed, letting pleasure take control. My finger worked hard on that round bean, tapping faster as my body felt hotter. Goodness, I could feel my pussy tingle. I needed something long and hard inside there. I needed my boyfriend’s lovely cock. “My god yes, hun,” I moaned as I imagined my boyfriend polishing my throbbing clit. He was so good at making me cum. I yearned for his expert fingers and his warm tongue. He would be flicking away like a snake, knowing how fast to. I crushed her breasts with my hands and pulled her up and warmly kissed her on her lips, murmuring, “Thank you Malathi for giving me so much pleasure”. I tied my dhoti, put on my t shirt and went to the hall. Malathi came out of the bathroom naked, picked up her laced gown and put it on, tied her hair into a bunch and opened the door of her mother’s room and opened the windows.I told Malathi, please call your mother; I will take leave now, as I have to rush for my work. Her Mother came out, I. What if Peterson was serious? Would he offer her a job as a model? Images of herself, swathed in elegant clothes, adorning magazines, with all that extra money, flashed across her mind. She'd have a life of her own! She'd be someone again, not just Doug's wife!Almost trembling, she carried the drinks over to Peterson and his assistant, and put down glass for herself on the table beside the sofa."Excuse me for a moment and I'll go get dressed," she said, glad of an excuse to get away and think.