My dick sprang to almost full attention and I had to shift positions a little bit and when I looked back I saw both of them glance and then stare at t...e bulge in my pants and then back up to me with wonder and awe in their eyes. "It feels really, really good for guys but guys are easy, girls are a little bit trickier," they were hanging on my every word now, "You have to really know how to please a girl. You have to go slow and be patient to learn how to make a girl cum." that got some giggles. Chandokhi pretended to be angry, but her face said otherwise. I grabbed the remote from the table and switched on an indian music channel. You know the kind. Lots of scantilly clad indian beauties, dancing provocativly to up beat movie songs, but never showing anything important. Well i wanted chandokhi to be ashwaria like ashwaria had never been. I closed the curtains and turned on all the lights, wanting to capture this perfectly. Do you have to get back to work i asked sumira. No she. "Looks like someone likes being made to eat their own cum", I whispered. "You can't hide your true feelings with that little indicator down there." I felt him pause from licking and feel the warmth of his face on my thighs, as he flushes with guilt and embarrassment, knowing that he's been caught out."Who's a good little-dicked cum eater then?" I asked, in a deriding tone. "Who liked being made to eat their own cum?" I continued. He didn't answer, and instead squirmed in shame."It's OK", I tell. Even more mystifying is that he managed to graduate from the U of I law school and pass the Idaho bar exam. He married Sherry while he was in law school and she was a librarian at the university. My personal opinion is that Frank got a better deal than she did when they married. Promptly at 3:30, Sherry walked into my office. My secretary escorted her in and then left, closing the door behind her. ‘Hi, Sherry. Please, sit down. Would you like that coffee I promised? It’s mine, not Starbucks.’.