___________________________________________________________Authors’ Notes:- Daisy would have been on the floor after half a bottle of wine.- To thos... of you who may now be psychologically scarred and can never consume Nutella again, we're not sorry at all.- Who knew two girls and a glass of Nutella could be this clinical? It's difficult writing a story when all you want to do is eat the damn chocolate spread.- All of those things you thought were innuendos and puns, were. Especially the bad. .uuuufffffff….ahhhhhhhh. then I inserted my hands inside her blouse and bra and felt the smoothness, softness and warmth of her boobs with my palms. She was moaning loudly and could feel that her nipples were really hard now.Now I started removing her saree, I first removed the pin by which she had attached the sari to her blouse it was a bit difficult o remove it but she helped me and was smiling as I was removing it. I then made her turn aroung 2 times and her sexy black saree was oof her, no. She looked down at her self and adjusted the small pieces of cloth.My eyes traveled down her stomach, which was hard flat and with a hint of muscle tone.But my eyes stopped at her pussy. The thong only covered her pussy and just. You didn't see anything but you saw everything. No doubt that it was shaved bald, and well oiled. The thong hugged, covered and displayed at the same time.I just stared, I reached under the desk to adjust my pants.I looked up and Sue was watching me, Rick was smiling a. First was the music. A DJ was playing hard driving rock and roll into speakers which seemed to occupy most of the ceiling and wall at a level which would make the noise level of a 747 at takeoff seem mild by comparison. It was obvious they would have to shout at each other to be heard.The second thing which took Angilee aback was how dark it was. The sole illumination for the entire club came from a single strobe light mounted in the middle of the ceiling and flashing for a millisecond once.