We made the deal to meet the next evening.So I went there and she opened the door for me dressed in short red dress and black fishnet stockings.She lo...ked gorgeous! She invited me in and I followed her to the living room where her husband was. We had few beers and talked about random stuff. They were siting across me and she had her legs crossed, exposed as much as she cold to me. She was so sexy, I was getting hard only by that view. After few beers, we started getting easy and things went. She just smiled at me.I took her to my bed room and made her lie down on my bed and I removed my shirt and the only dress I was wearing was a dhothi with no underwear…I lied down beside her and kissed her again on her cheeks…B:”ennil entha ninaku kooduthal ishtayathu..???” ….. “what did you like most in me”..???Me:”ninta mugatha saundharyam”…”the beauty of your face”…B:”pinneaaa…??? ” ….. “then”…Me:”nintea viyartha kaksham…”…..”your sweaty under arms…”B:’podaaa…Kalla…”She blushed…I kissed on. This Cold Turkey business is fucked up. The times I’ve gone to send you a text or e-mail, well you wouldn’t believe me. God knows how, but I resisted. Then I started thinking, where’s the harm in a few written messages or the odd phone call? I’m not going to ask you what you think because I know how much you wanted to maintain some contact. It was my choice to sever all contact and, being honest here, as hard as it’s been, it might still be the best option. I’m not sure that any renewed. San Francisco, however, is a very big city.Kara looked around nervously. She was standing at a very ornate door in the Penthouse of the most expensive district in the city. She hadn't even been sure that the doorman would let her in, despite the code word she'd been given. He had, pointing her to the elevator and telling her which floor.The voice on the other end of the phone had haunted the girl ever since she'd called. Filled her dreams and making her wake with a soaked, swollen puss, sweaty.