Or even the daughter of Henrietta who had safeguarded her mother's reputation, even enhancing it over the years. The young woman could be no more than... nineteen years old. Her face was surely the face of an angel. Her sweet voice was soft with a delicate precise timbre. Jane Marwood was indeed beautiful. Her delicate features smiling beneath jet black hair. Her slim shoulders were set straight as she sat primly in her chair. Although her body was slender, her breasts were full and firm,. We had brief introduction he was Mark 30 was bachelor and Breneda 31 was married to a lecturer in London had 2 kids from him they had come to India on some project, we had drinks& dinner together, later we moved to our hotel and when we reached to hotel by then I and Breneda were friends . Manish asked Mark to have a cigarette, while I and Breneda moved to our respective rooms, in my room I had ring on phone I lifted it was Manish he asked me to get ready for new experience, I asked whats that. Those five minutes felt like eternity, especially after they stopped making noise. It felt like I had been thrown into a cold, dark pit and was left alone to die there. I bit my lip not to shriek when I suddenly felt a hand running up my left leg. The next one moved up the other leg, both resting on my knees. My legs were pushed open and I felt straps being attached to my ankles and knees. My feet were pulled behind the tree and tied together, then hung on what felt like a hook to leave me. It just stayed there, feeling like it was burning a hole and then after a minute or to it slowly worked it's way up my leg to my cock. I felt the fingers brush against my cock and then pull back for a second or two and then she took my cock in her hand, held it for a second and then gave it a squeeze. I don't know if she thought I was asleep or not, but when my cock started to grow in her hand she jerked her hand away like she had touched a hot burner on the stove. I lay there as still as I.