He told Matt to kneel and take my cock in his hands. Being watched made this even this extremely more exciting! Matt knelt down and took my dick int...o his hands and began to give me a fews pumps. Within seconds he had a rhythm going. My hips would meet his hands as he would stroke down my cock. Max sat on his couch watching us, playing with his cock. He spat on his dick and rubbed his Saliva all over his dick, it made it look so slimy and succulent. Matt didn't need to be told what to do. He was not kind enough to restrain her—to keep her from moving. He wanted her to break, to disobey. His eyes told her to misbehave, that he needed to earn her submission. She whimpered as his fingers moved deeper, rougher.She wanted everything. She arched against his touch as his fingertips drew out a high-pitched whine from her throat. He chuckled and gripped her leg tighter, making sure she was spread wide and at least partially restrained—he was going to enjoy playing with her, pushing her. The maid served us while Ashmita di stayed in the kitchen. I saw her making rotis and she looked so hot in salwar suit. After dinner, when I was heading to my bedroom, Ashmita di stopped me and said that she wants to talk. She took me in the living room and sat opposite me. She avoided eye contact by looking at the magazines. She looked angry.‘Why did you tell jijaji that you will stay here?’ she asked me‘Well, I do want to stay here,’ I replied.‘No, you can’t. You better move out of here,’ she. “Did I see you earlier tonight?”“Did you?” she asks a little too innocently.“If we did, your hair looked different,” Anders tells her.“Hmm,” Mela purrs. “I’m not really into dying my hair.”“Does it feel hot in here to you?” Anders asks, suddenly feeling stuffy.“I don’t think so,” Mela murmurs.Anders can see beads of perspiration forming on her back. He watches as one appears on her shoulder, and then runs slowly onto her back and down her side. She wiggles, making her head more comfortable, her.