"Your Dad wants his truck back right away. You know how he hates it when he has to drive your Prius Hybrid."I smirked. "Dad never was exactly a 'Fathe... Knows Best' TV Show, kind of Dad. His bedtime stories were along the lines of ' ... and all the kids cleaned their room, got Dad a beer and went straight to bed, THE END'.Now it was Ann's turn to laugh as I leaned back in my chair. "But Ann, let me tell you about my little adventure with Dads truck last night..."Ann sat mesmerized as I retold. Me-Please go ahead, I will make myself comfortable.I moved to the bar counter, got a scotch for myself, I luckily found an empty table in the corner, I sat there sipping my drink, looking at the high society crowd, all were very well dressed for the occasion, after about 30 minutes I felt a soft hand on my shoulder from behind, I looked behind to find Tin standing in the black sari I had designed for her.Me-Wow Tin, you look awesome in this sari, your hair & makeup has been done so well, god. One of her hands was placed firmly on her free breast now and she was running her own nipple between her fingers making it just out from her dark skin. The other now fell straight to my erection which she began to pull at through the fabric.“I think your girl wants to feel my cock!”“no please don’t!” He went from his knees.I pulled my finger from her and stood leaving her breathless on the floor, leaning against her desk.Then I walked over to him. He still did not move!“ill make a bet with you. She was an Indian girl, with beautiful big brown eyes and the cheekiest grin I think I'd ever seen. I smiled back at her and she turned away again. She backed herself up more and reached around for my arm, grabbing my wrist she placed my hand on her waist. My other hand followed as her grinding continued against my now rock hard cock. I began to gently explore her body, letting my hands run over her waist and hips and around to her tiny, round bum. Feeling braver I slipped my right hand up her.