I pulled my fingers from her pussy and forced her out of the shower and bathroom.We went into her room, I forced her down onto her bed and pushed her... legs open with my hairy legs.. I held her chin and made her look at me again. “You don’t have to feel uncomfortable with me, you know.” “I know.” She whispered.“I would never say or do anything to hurt you.” “No... Wait. Please stop.” She said as she gently held my hand. “Relax.” I whispered as I slowly laid on top of her. “I don’t wanna do. Sharmila came on time in style wearing a light green transparent saree with all the matching accessories. Not too much of make up, subtle perfume which was wafting around the place just knocked the air out of my lungs. My eyes were glued on to her radiating smile and hinting cleavage show put on in front of me. I guessed she was enjoying the slow torture she was putting me through. We started our discussion and some how I managed to put a decent presentation and had her rapt attention all the. She managed to look elegant, poised, and relaxed all at once. Inside, her house looked like a stereotypical suburban home, though probably cleaner and better decorated than most with the lack of a male presence. The walls were covered with framed photographs and I couldn't help myself to just begin exploring them for several minutes.Of course, I was looking for pictures of Stacy and was rewarded handsomely—cute baby pictures, awkward early teen pictures, pictures of her with her sisters,. ‘Faster please, Julie.’ Trudi wound it up to 30 percent, twisting Trudi’s nipples as she wriggled on the dildo, trying to gain more stimulation. ‘Come on, this is slow torture. You just wait till I’m in control for you next time.’ ‘Ok, here it comes.’ Julie sped it up to 80 percent and redoubled her attack on Trudi’s nipples. Trudi’s head went back, eyes shut as she let the vibrations take her to heaven. Julie increased the speed to 100 percent and Trudi screamed as she came hard while Julie.