My balls slapped rhythmically against her ass, slap, slap, slap slap, as I pumped into her, my hands now making there way under her smooth stomach so ... could tease and cup her tits. The more I pulled at her nipples the harder they got for me, pulling and rolling them between my fingers.“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck” she shouted “I want your cum now, I want your spunk for Christmas, Santa is going to be your dirty bitch tonight”She started to grind into me pushing me further, deeper, faster wriggling her. You pulled me over onto your lap and I as I straddled you, I felt your cock hard and thick against my pussy. The combination of smell between your _Obsession for Men_ and the heat from the hot tub made my head swim. Your hand cupped a breast, your thumb ran over my nipples and our kissing increased. You started to kiss down my neck and to my left breast to the nipple. You looked up at me with your dark eyes twinkling into mine, before you took the nipple into your mouth. I moaned as your tongue. From the top of her head, to her heart and even in her pussy, which she hadn’t realized until this point. The situation was arousing and sensual and it was getting the best of her. However she was very nervous about entering the bathroom, not knowing who or what was in store. She could hear water running when she was in the kitchen, so she was sure that someone had to be in there. But who? She was almost sick with excitement and nervousness, but she couldn’t wait there any longer. It was time. Mrs. Swami was a very pleasant looking lady. She was in her late thirties, tall, slim with nice boobs. She was clad in a black sari with matching blouse and sandals. On the whole she presented a pretty picture.'Sit down Mrs. Swami and let us get started' I said. Mrs. Swami started showing me her educational certificates etc. just then the MD walked in.'Rama, how are you? I haven't seen you since that tragic day' he said. Mrs. Swami stood up to greet the MD. The MD put his arm around her waist.