I have had to myself take up the responsibility to satisfy her fully and so I did. There was no exchange of words. Just warm kisses as I gently presse... my face against her’s. My hands were shaking as I lowered them to undress her.But she firmly guided my hands so I could remove her sari, unhook her blouse and take the underwear off, all while still kissing. As I stripped her entirely out of her clothes, she did the same for me. Unbuttoning my shirt, pulling down my pants.Within a couple of. She played with the cum in her mouth and found a way to drizzle all that was in her hands back into her mouth, not losing one milliliter. After obvious climaxes that seemed to last for a minute or two, she opened her eyes, still playing with and enjoying the mouthful of semen and saliva. Reaching over for her champagne glass she slowly let all of it cascade into the capacious flute. What startled me was how much there was and how frothy and, even in the dimly lit late afternoon, white it was. I. ..All I needed to do would be to ask...I hoped!I took a gamble and rang her, something I don’t usually do, but I needed to hear her vocal tones, which you can`t in an E mail! I mean on a screen ‘yes’ could be crisp and authoritive or reluctant, or it could be hesitant and questioning, but you can hear the inflections in a phone call, hence I may have needed to explain. Anyway I need not have worried she was up for being the patsy for this guy saying she had suffered mentally over the years. “I can’t look after you for very long, I’ll help you get those bruises sorted then I’ll take you to someone who can look after you better, she’ll help you get along here if you’ll work.”“Get along here?” She asked, her mind still dizzy from his touch and the rapid sequence of events.“Yea, She’ll give you work and help you pay your way till you’re set up here.”“But I don’t want to stay here. I want to go home.”“And how do you think that you’ll get home? Huh??” He wheeled on her and she could.