I would narrate this story in detail & this happened three months ago. Basically I am north Indian. Once I had gone to attend the party which was arra...ged by my friends Rakesh. After finishing our party I was returning to house while on the road I heard a call from one unknown person of may be 40 Years old his name was piyush & his beautiful wife Sanjana (Name Changed) around 36 years beautiful was also with him. They were from outside the Bangalore. They had come to Bangalore for some official. It is meant as an opportunity for you tolearn more about yourselves and others here."As he finished the door opened and in came Emma with a male. We allignored the adults and crowded round them, all giving Emma hugs."Thank you," she said rather shakily. It sounded like her voice hadn'trecovered from her earlier trauma. "By the way, let me introduce you toPaul. He's far braver than I've been." No more of that," said Paul, trying to sound masculine, but failing."You tried and it was too much.. I didn’t know what is waiting for me when I told the truth.He’s kind of frightened, and disappointed, but dicker still stiff.So I said: “Why not let me help you?”He hesitated and touched the flesh of my inner thigh.“How do you like it?” I curiously asked.“Like satin...” He murmured. With a blushed face, he hugged me back but still avoiding touching my penis.“Why don’t have a try to see what it will be like?” I stroked at his hair, whispered, feeling like coaxing a collie into accepting a new. "MonsieurCartier, encore. C'est un grand plaisir." Henri beckoned him inside andled him toward one of the restaurant's more intimate, secluded, quietcorner booths; privacy was assured.Dark oak paneling. Soft orange lighting. Lots of shadows. A deep bluecarpet. Barely audible piano music. Hushed tones. Well-dressed couplesleaning in to talk to each other across the other tables. Consistentlydressed staff. Immaculate cleanliness. It was 'that sort' of restaurantfor "our kind of people," Randolph.