I touched on the living room where Lisa and this younger man with dark auburn red hair were standing. I hit the audio and could hear them talking.Lisa...told him to sit down and she would pour them a glass of wine. I had never seen him before, and I sat wondering who he was. He took off his suit coat and laid it across the couch. I changed the camera to the kitchen where Lisa raised her voice asking if he wanted red or white wine. He preferred red.She came back out to him, handed him the glass. A tight yellow top barely covering my breasts and green short with again barely covering my ass and leaving my milky thighs exposed. I heard a knock on the door, and asked, “Who is it?” He replied, “Chaudhry sir, is it Sheeya?” I was ecstatic, I opened the door and stood there holding the door.He was stunned and I could see in his smile. He wanted to bang me non-stop. I got my books and sat next to him. He was so not in the mood to teach. “Sheeya! come beta sit on my lap. We will start with. .I don't know this man from a hole in the wall...without hesitation he said "sure"....We went up to my apartment. He notices all the artifacts on my walls and begins to ask about my profession. Out of habit I blurt out that I'm a museum curator. "Coffee's done" I said placing the cups on the counter. He sat down next to me, we reached for the sugar at the same time. It was as if he was a magnet pulling me towards him. "I'll be right back I'm going to the bathroom"...In my bathroom I'm pacing. ‘Turn around,’ I command my slave. I am presented with a lovely view of his tight ass. The panties are sheer red, the dark line of his crack visible through the panties. ‘Crawl to the couch.’ Doing as he is told, crawling to the couch. I tuck the phone under the throw pillow. This is my pleasure. I love seeing his manly body in soft girlish things. It might embarrass him to be dressed as a hot slut, but so what. I love it. ‘Take your panties off and get on the sofa. On your back.’ The.