For the next few days,I made sure to get caught lewdly staring at her.Sometimes,i would assertively look at her cleavage while talking.She would slide... her sari folds to cover her blouse and throw an angry stare at me.I would shrug and continue.Numerous times i would brush past her feeling her skin,stand awkwardly too near for comfort and made a point to touch her any chance i got.I wasn’t proud of my harassing ways but then i had lost all sense of appropriate behavior.To add to that,i got no. We want the freedom to make what we want, but to do it our way.”“You do realize many of those jobs will be manufacturing, and some will even be considered high-tech?”“We’ve no problem with that. We can be taught, and we already have a lot of our people with college degrees working in other places. We don’t want white man’s charity or values. We do want the freedom to worship in the old ways, to hunt without dealing with fences, and to proudly hold our heads high again. We’re your cousins, and. I found none. She didn't repeat her request, just continued to look at me, her eyes boring into mine. Without quite registering what I was doing, I obeyed her, slipping my jumper over my head and dropping it onto the large pile of clothes next to me. I stood there in my bra and jeans, and for a minute I thought our eyes would stay locked forever. As if she had lost some sort of internal struggle she allowed her gaze to briefly dart downwards towards my cleavage and my exposed stomach. I stayed. As if sensing her need, Ned lashed fast and hard, licking so furiously she could not believe he would not have an aching jaw after this.She cried out as the dam finally burst, and her hips rocked and jerked to the intense throbbing. Ned grasped her thighs and kept his face planted to her sex, his tongue drawing out her orgasm to an almost maddening extent. She let out a gushing sigh when finally he relented. She bounced lightly on the mattress, and only then realized she had lifted her hips off.