Well, he is Samir and we were buddy since our college time. We were into friendship like two person one heart. We used to share everything and like ot...er teen age people, we mostly used to discuss about sex and politics in our college. Because of our Indian tradition or you can say it as a cultural impact.We hardly get any chance to mix up with girls especially in all small towns in our country. Frustration and helplessness were killing our high urge to have sex and at same time we were so. She looked up at me with such loving eyes. I slowly pulled her thong down her very well developed hips and legs. She now spread her legs and gave me easy access to that beautiful, tasty, hairless pussy. I leaned over her and kissed her inner legs and thighs, savoring this wonderful, fragrant flesh of a nubile young woman. My hands were caressing her still developing A cup breasts. She was breathing harder. I gently and lightly kissed those beautiful labias, as she screamed with glee. I licked. With one last backward glance, he disappeared intothe room, and the door shut behind him. With a deep breath, Aristathrew her shoulders back, held her head high, and entered the otherroom.What she saw was more than a little surprising. A team of servantsstood poised around a huge copper bathtub, sponges and pitchers at theready. She was ushered inside, and a pair of servants helped her out ofher dress. She stood there naked for only a brief moment before one ofthe servant women told her to. She dropped off my beer and continued down the bar. She was tall. I like em like that. She returned, after checking on her regulars. She struck up a conversation and we chatted a bit about several things of interest to both of us. She was smart and very knowledgeable. I like em like that too. She did another lap around the bar. Returning she said “If you are gonna come that show sometimes sells out so you my want to reserve a seat.”“Can I sit at the bar”“I was hopin you’d ask that. I like.