Hesitation again -“what about it?”- I asked her -“it’s not clear” – speaking softly -“what’s not clear?” -“you know.. when you.... you know… finish” barely audible -“ohh, ohh, what happened?” -“come to the house after work” she said -“ok, ok, but what happened to the checks? Can we get our money.. tell me” I was worried fuck I was counting on that money -“just come to the house, ok I don’t want to talk about it over the phone” she was nervous -“ok” I hung up For the rest of the. Doug started keeping the apartment clean. Most of the time, I'd comehome and find him wearing lipstick and one of his bras. He asked me ifhe could use my mascara and I allowed it. When we went out together hesometimes wore a bra and lipstick and mascara, sometimes not. I didn'tpush the issue. Our sex was great. I wanted to raise the ante, so I took Doug to see Pierre for a makeuplesson. I didn't tell him where we were going, but his eyes got verywide when he saw where we were. Pierre took him. I guess he was surprised at my crotch less panties when his finger found my wet pussy because he stopped rolling his tongue over mine for a few seconds. He quickly recovered and he slid a finger on my wet pussy lips and clit. I let out a slow moan into his mouth and soon he was fingering my pussy. I lifted my leg and placed it on a chair that was in the corner we were in to give him easier access to my cunt. He had really nice big fingers and he slid one finger then two taking care to gently. This story is about a girl named Neena. She’s 5 feet and 9 inches with 34-24-34 figure with a very fair complexion and a very gorgeous girl overall. She was a typical high class girl from Delhi who had a millionaire family. She had a few sex encounters but all her previous boy friends were too ‘soft’ in bed for her. She always wanted to try fucking her servant or the driver but was too scared of doing so. She wanted the feeling of being treating like a whore by someone who has never tasted rich.