I was still trying to fight off my anxiety, as I was switching frequently to the extremes of pleasure and pain. When she noticed me squirming, she gra...bbed my red ponytail and held my head up by it for a moment.“Stop it, or you’ll get it worse,” she threatened, sending a burst of uneasiness up my spine. My mind was trying to abide by her order, but my body had other plans. It was almost as if it was intentionally defying her and I continued to flail around like a tuna hauled up out of the. At the time, and to this very day, I was fascinated with breasts, and the low-cut shirts were my guardian angel, ensuring that I would indeed survive high school. I would spend entire class periods staring down girls shirts. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those times when the girl would kinda smile and slyly let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but. As I turned on the lights, she slipped out of the bed and laid herself prostrate on the floor before me.It was Dodi, one of the women who had served us a few hours ago in the dining hall. I had startled her then by asking her for her name and a few other questions about the area. And now here she was, lying on the floor before me palms up, her bare arms extended from her sides.Like all the servant women, Dodi had been barefoot while serving dinner, wearing only a tight red halter top and short. Her body was milky and very smooth. I slowly looked for her rappe-around thread to pull it-off open. I slowly opened her raped-around but didn’t removed it. I slowly pulled her rappe-around to one side so that her thighs could become visible. It was an amazing view to watch. I started kissing her thighs rather eating it. Deepali started moaning and her moans began to become louder and louder. I slowly raised her back and very politely pulled out her rappe-around. She was left on the bed with.