She looked around the room, that seemed stuffy, cluttered with too heavy furniture and with a few very ugly paintings on the walls. Almost hidden away...behind a few bunches of artificial flowers was a pipeclay figure of St Anthony. Someone must have spoken to her about it, for she seemed to recollect it was 15th century, it was a bit grimy but it looked friendly and pleasant. Something to keep, obviously. Then there were two vases that she didn’t dislike too much, and she picked them up and. If it takes you a lot longer to do the same work as your competitor, you lose much of your advantage."He had captured her dilemma in a couple of sentences."I admire your quick grasp of the problem. But, why am I surprised? This is what you do, analyze businesses," she smiled."I have some contacts in the computer software industry," he said, still looking at her drawings. "These people are a bit ahead of the curve. Let me make some calls and see if there is something out there for you that won't. Jake pulls away from me. I question him with my eyes.“I want to watch your face as you cum,” he reassures me.He scoots back a bit more. His hand stroking his dick slowly. I watch his fingers pull on the head. It’s so sexy right there in front of me.Behind me, you begin the thrusts that put me over the edge. My elbows on the bed, my hands grasping the sheets tight. I plunge back onto your cock. Meeting every movement.My eyes switching from Jake’s hands and dick to his eyes. Letting him see my. Shilpa asked me to come to the dressing room in her honeymoon suite. When I reached, the barber was setting up his tools for a haircut.He had wrapped a white cloth around a dining chair and turned on all the lights. Shilpa showed me a picture of an actress with a layered haircut till her mid-back. I told her it looks sexy but high maintenance. Shilpa just winked, it’s only for reception party she said.Shilpa sat in the chair wearing a kurta and jeans she had worn for lunch. The barber started.