"There are two kinds of rules I expect you to obey: rules when you're here, and rules for all the time. Understand?"

Shehnaaz sat naked, legs spread, on the fully clothed older man's lap. His hands were no longer tormenting her sore, clamped nipples, and had settled on her inner thighs, his firm grip tantalisingly close to her needy pussy. She looked down and couldn't believe what she saw; the chubby, wrinkled fingers with their thin patches of white hair pressing into her smooth young flesh. She still couldn't believe she was letting a man like this treat her this way, and the thought turned her on so much she shifted her hips as if she could grind her cunt against those rough old hands. But all she managed was to move awkwardly against the uncomfortable fullness of the plug stretching her ass, and so she gasped a little before she said, "Yes Sir."