Maneesha was horrified and immediately turned away. She trembled in fear and struggled to catch some breath.She tried to calm herself and then very ca...refully peeked inside the room. She wanted to know what exactly Karan threw with such vigor. She looked at a red lacy object lying on the floor near the window. It was a fancy backless bra, must be 34b. Maneesha thought.Sensing what it meant, she once again dared to look up at the bed. Monica’s arms were now hanging lifelessly. Karan’s hands had. Heck, it was probably more middle age than any real skill, but I never told her that. I was really enjoying her willingness to experiment and her youthful energy was refreshing. By comparison, to my ex wife oral sex meant talking about it.Besides her hot body and her exuberance under the sheets, the thing that I found most attractive about Joyce was her long hair. She wore it straight down nearly to her waist. When she was naked it flowed down past her shoulders and if she moved just right you. I started a game in which any one person can tell other person to do something or he will be punished. This led to many erotic things. First I asked her to caress my friend's thighs and also he to do the same to her. Next, I asked my friend to feel her boobs. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. So feeling her boobs was a fantastic experience for him. I also loved the sight while driving the car. He was cupping her breasts from the backseat and my wife's eyes were closed and was moaning.. I wait. Then she nods but I could be mistaken, as it was such a small movement. I gently slip the collar around her elegant neck. As soon as it is in place I clip the leash on. We’re in full view of the road here but it’s a quite road. I demand, “Rosie take your jeans off.” Her eyes immediately flick to the road. “Now bitch.” She jumps at that but it works. Her fingers work on those awkward buttons. When released she shimmies out of them. Holding my hand out, she folds them over my arm. I know.