Me: WTF!!! Are you serious?? I don’t think I can do it with another guy in the room.Maria: No. He is in UK. He will watch us through Skype.After a l...ot of thinking, I agree to it. I call her to my place on the day my parents were going to attend a late night wedding and stay over at the grooms place for all the rituals. I go to pick her up and bloody hell. She looked way hotter in real. She was wearing a sleeve less t-shirt and a skirt covering her half thighs. I had a hardon and she could see. I was completely drenched. My undergarments were properly visible in the wet white salwar kameez. The shape of every corner of my body was noticeable. I again started riding. There were trees near the farm on the rough road. I could see the servants standing up to see who is coming.I reached and pretended to be feeling cold and stopped my scooter. There were two rooms at that farm, one for the machines and other for the servants. They came to me. I talked to them casually that if they remember. Not the painful thrusting of a moment before, but a slow rock of his hips. He rolled that cock inside me, stroking within me - stimulating the walls of my aching cunt. I shook my head and closed my eyes. I didn't want to feel good, even for a moment. I didn't want to look at him and enjoy what he was doing. But, the instant I broke our mutual stare, he stopped moving. Seemingly content to stay buried inside me forever. With an exasperated hiss of surrender, I opened my eyes. He. I was transfixed. Slowly his dark torso was revealed, all the time he just looked me smiling, not saying a word. His shirt off, he surprisingly lifted his right foot up onto the desk by my left leg and untied his shoe lace before removing the shoe and then his sock and then repeating the slow deliberate action with his left foot.His hand moved to his belt, my heart skipped another beat, my eyes now trained totally on his groin area. A flick of a button, an un-zip of a fly and his trousers.