Tom were sitting in the balcony of Mr. Deshmukh’s home in London. It was their usual weekend pastime: spending the evening in the house of anyone of... them and to have a drink. Mr. Deshmukh had already had too much to drink and his eyelids were growing heavy as the night kept growing older. They were waiting for their friend Ashok for some time and after their patience was tested they had decided to drink one glass and slowly as the wait grew longer they decided to have many more glasses of. After a while I felt confident enough to hire one of the small studio rooms along with a model and had great fun! That was until my wife found the resulting images and we had words – several words.However, it was this “discussion” that led to me pointing out that, if she didn’t like me taking pictures of other women, she should pose for me. She went quiet but, after a few days and the odd recurrence of this conversation, she conceded that she would do it. I wasted no time booking one of the. Then with a quick motion unfastened the belt and caught it as it fell.“Take this,” he said to Mixed Race, “Add it to the sale of her gear!”Nervously his open hands reached out to encompass Batgirl’s hips.“More leather,” he whispered, “Tough material guarding her most intimate asset!”The button at the top of Batgirls pants was swiftly undone, showing Panties King a bare hint of her naked belly. He was breathing heavily, almost wheezing. His hands shaking to an alarming degree.Suspended above him. “Of course!” She took my right arm in her left arm placed it on her top’s shoulder strap. “Go on” she said, and I slowly pulled down her top. As it was loosening down I could see more and more of the already bare boobs.The right nipple popped out. It was solid hard and showed clearly how much excited she was about what she is about to experience. “Can I suckle a bit?” I asked silently. She nodded, and I carefully placed my mouth around her nipple. Suddenly she jerked. “Oh did I do anything.