‘Monique, if you wish to remain in my Country working in my house I suggest you get over here and stick your cute little face between my legs and ma...e me very happy.’ The horror had pushed its way back into her mind, and she was frozen in place trying to speak but only stuttering what sounded like Spanish. ‘Monique!’ She raised her voice to her, breaking the trance and Monique looked up and made eye contact. ‘Either get over here and eat my pussy, and it better be good, or go to your room and. Shall we, my dear?’ The waiter was unfortunately less successful at concealing his amusement, a slight chuckle escaping from beneath his carefully groomed mustache, although he did take a careful look at her ass moving to and fro as she moved in the curve-fitting black dress. She glared at the waiter, and the waiter quickly motioned them to follow and lead them to their table. The table was, of course, the best in the house, with a perfect view of the indoor waterfall, but far enough away so. “Yeah, i-it’s just me,” Rain chuckles, offering a polite if slightly embarrassed smile, handing over the cash for her meal. Her stomach growled, her hunger almost becoming unbearable as she’s reminded about the reason she’s here: the online communities she’s been lurking in recently brought up this buffet, praising them for quality of food, and the quantity of the food, both of which more than make up for the expensive cost to eat here.More importantly, though, was the feedback she read in the. She usually want to wear western dresses like Top with skirt and jeans but when her husband is around she only wears suits. So that day she was in a wrap-on and a short kurta in which she was looking really hot. At that time she was trying to dry her hairs in sun. Suddenly when I opened the door of my balcony she looked up and saw me coming out of in my balcony she smiled and asked about me. So I told her that I am alone for next 4 days. After some conversation I called her up-stairs which she.