Barat pahuchne me abhi bhi time tha kuch hi der me Ayesha bhi waha aagai maine uske taraf dekha uski bhi nazare mile wo muskurai maine andekha kardiya...maine socha kisi ko shak na hojaye barat aab pahucne wali thi waha pahuch kar hum log khana khane me busi ho gayeAyesha bhi pass khadi hokar khana kha rahi thi.main ek baar aur Ayesha ko chodne ka plan banane laga kyoqi abhi jaldi jadli me maaza nahi aaya aur aab maine socha aab mouka mila to condom laga kar choduga.par uske liye Ayesha se baat. This mild mannered woman was getting dirty. I loved it. She admits later while they are in the kitchen she saw the videos. He asks her to describe them. He strokes his cock through his jeans while she gets herself near breathless talking about RED and the way he fucked her and used her. Mr. Waters tells her she is different to him. Tells her that she will never be just a whore to him. She will be HIS whore and he will love her more with every thing she does to become one. I fell in love. I dial your number and you answer. It is only 8:00 a.m. You have just read one of my e-mails and you became extremely wet, and you soaked your panties through with your arousal. Then you fingered yourself and made yourself even more wet. I ask you to throw on some clothes, anything, and to come to my office, because I have something for you. A surprise, I say. But I have only one request of you - bring your wet panties with you. I wait. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Then I look out the window and. On closing the door you turn and grab hold of me pushing me up against the wall, kissing me hard on the lips, while my hand massages your breast through your blouse, I can feel the already hardening nipples through the material. Pulling the shirt up, you lift your bra out the way, so that I can bend my head to suckle on your hard buds, running my tongue hungrily over the surface feeling the bullets beneath my lips, nibbling at each of the hardened centres you groan softly as I tweak a nipple.