I have noticed an Indian lady probably about 35 years old medium height long black hair tied back. She is slightly tubby with an amazing pair of large...tits. I always try and speak to her and try to make her laugh as she has a beautiful smile with lovely white teeth. I have invited her out for a drink several times once she finishes with no luck, however one night she agreed to come for a quick drink at a bar downstairs.At the bar she explained she was married with no c***dren, her husband was. I’ll have you wear something sexy that will make men and women stare at you in complete lust.”I frown as shame encapsulates me. “I don’t have that sort of body, sir. I wish I could wear sexy things. But they wouldn’t look good on me.”I expect him to snicker or get annoyed by my vulnerable comment, but instead, he gently kisses my cheek in an act of surprising affection. “No, darling, I disagree. You can wear sexy things. We will find you good clothes to wear. Clothes that will make you feel. I noted that even though I was taller than he was, even soft, his cock was much larger than mine was and quickly grew rigid under my stroking. In a matter of moments, he was rock hard and I quickly dropped to my knees and began to lick and slurp at the helmet shaped head of his thick cock. His crotch had a musky male aroma and within minutes, I could taste the precum that began oozing out of the tip of his erect dick. While I wanted to prolong my enjoyment of the experience by concentrating my. But I could see his immediate reaction."Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy!" I demanded in a deep tone that almost made me burst out laughing at myself. He turned his head towards me, and his eyes literally bulged out of his head at the sight of me and my outfit. He was speechless, but his body language gave him away. He squirmed and shook nervously, but most telling was watching his cock come alive. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I leaned over him again, pointing my finger in.