"Is this what you want, Gary?" Her voice had more than a little sarcasm in it.So, I figured I'd make sure she was here willingly, at least for the cam...ras. "Beth, you are lovely. I see you've shaved your pussy for me. So I know for sure, tell how old you are?"She looked at me quizzically. "You know I'm almost eighteen." Just making sure. Are you here willingly?" I asked."Yes, I am here willingly. What's with the twenty questions?" She seemed irritated."Never mind that. Are you ready to fuck?" I. I stopped and asked her the regular massaging is done and if she wants to massage any particular body part. She just held my dick from outside and spread her leg and lifted her hips couple of times. This was the signal for me to get going with giving her the pleasure. All this while she had closed her eyes, I knew I had a chance of a lifetime. By then my dick had grown hard, hard enough to penetrate the slippery, sloppy pussy to be satisfied more. I climbed over her and slowly inserted my dick. Karthik looked at Frieda in embarrassment and then at me with a grin. There was only one sofa in the lounge and Frieda sat in the middle, asking Karthik to sit beside her, I sat on the other side. Padma started to dance. It was a fast song she was dancing to and she soon built up a sheen of sweat. Garments came off one after the other, till she was only in lycra briefs and bra.I looked at Frieda who seemed to be enjoying the show almost as much as Karthik, whose eyes were transfixed on Padamas. Mark had been angling for anal since we got married and judging by his recent purchases of anal porn novels on our shared Kindle, another campaign of persuasion was under way. Should have made sure you kept our date, I chuckled to myself. My attempt to phrase an appropriate 160 character response was interrupted by the waiter. "The gentleman asked if you would mind sharing his table?" A few minutes later I was sipping a glass of overpriced Chardonnay sitting opposite a well dressed businessman.