"Vodka martini. Shaken and dirty. FAIR Quinoa, if you have it. Haku, if you don't." She turned and looked right into Susan's eyes. "You should stop st...ring."Susan blushed. "Oh, sorry! That guy...he called you Cat. That's your name, yes?"Cat looked her over. Her silky black hair plaited in great, thick, ornate braids, the last falling just past her shoulders. It was unique, pretty, and framed her face perfectly. She had skin like the darkest chocolate. Almond shaped eyes of dark brown above a. I can see that."They chatted about the work Derek was to do, which concerned the local accounting practices. Derek was to convert these to English standards and then get the costings agreed by the Kobekistanis to allow the joint project to go ahead. The actual project concerned the updating of the Kobekistani railway from the oil fields to the main port at Mayia Asrag.After about half an hour the Ambassador excused himself and an attractive young English woman, who said her name was Beryl, came. It must be true, i’m so small and petite and yet i love seeing a really big cock. The sight of mohit’s massive organ really turned me on. I could not image how it would fit inside my tiny ass and waist. I invited mohit to sit down and have a drink. We quickly downed our drinks, both of our minds were elsewhere. Mohit took our glasses to the kitchen, when he returned i reached out and began to feel the outside of his silk thong. It was not long until my hand wondered in through that gap formed. Any girls or unsatisfied aunties can contact me in hangouts or email.Let’s get on to the story. I will be narrating the story both in Kannada and English.I’ve written a story long back in ISS and completely forgot about that. One evening, I started receiving lot of emails and I checked and saw that my story was been published on this website. The feedback started raining into my email (thanks to all). I opened my hangouts and there were some message too. Among those, there was a message from a.