“Do you want to cum, little tart?” she asked in a voice that had the illusion of kindliness.“P-p-please,” I managed to mutter between sobs.“...Then ask nicely.”“Please, may I cum,” I said in my most wheedling voice.She raised an eyebrow and looked down at me disdainfully. “Please, may I cum … who?” she asked.For a moment I was puzzled but then latched onto the hidden meaning.“Please, may I cum, Miss?”“Good girl,” and she let go of my wrist and let my hand drop onto my pussy.I was surprised but. I’d been saving it for a rainy day and I thought today would be a good time to show it off. What do you think dear?” She gave Cyril a sharp look and continued. “I think it suits a woman like me. Don’t you?” Icicles were dripping from her words and there was no doubt she was alluding to him having called her a slut earlier on. Cyril swallowed audibly and didn’t speak. His face had reddened noticeably though. I couldn’t gauge whether it was from anger at her words or still from his surprise at. It’s not clothing-optional, but nobody else was around. So she untied her top and let her breasts free after we’d settled our towel on the sand. She passed me the suntan lotion and I started to work on her back. She wiggled a little when my hands got to the backs of her legs. She spread her thighs so I could treat the insides. When my fingers brushed the fabric covering her plump lips, she moaned. I pulled my hand away from the vee of her thighs and slathered more lotion on her calves and. I am 26yrs old and I am working in a Mnc and coming to story and I am staying away from my home Hyderabad due to my job in Trivandrum and I used to travel my home for every 2 to 3 months. This incident happened when I went to my home last time and after I reached home.I was bit tired and went to sleep, next day my parents are going for a marriage and as I am not interested I did not went. So I was alone in my home and I am busy with chatting with friends. Suddenly my door bell rang, I went and.