Sexy as hell pastry chefs, second.’ She leaned in and dropped a lingering kiss at the corner of his mouth. ‘Now, go make up with your friend, so I...don’t have to feel guilty when we pick up where we left off last night.’ On that parting line, she turned around and walked away. ‘Seriously?’ Jason muttered, watching her go. Then, swearing under his breath, he downed the last of his beer and signaled a passing waitress for another. He braced both elbows on the table and began to strip the label. ?Me: jo aap karte ho. masterbateRahul: ha ha ha. tum itni bold ho mujhe nahi pta tha.Me: bhaiya ab story kholo na koi achi siRahul: to mere sath baith ke padhogi kya..Me: han, kun nahi. agar aapko bhi padhni hai to padhlo, isme kya harj hai.Rahul: to fir tum mere samne apna vo kaise karogi.Me: are jab hume ek dusre ke bare mein pta lag hi gya hai. aur hum jab alag alag kamron mein baith ke hila sakte hain. to sath baith ke hilane mein kya harj hai. kuch chupa ti hai nahi hamse.Rahul: yes u r. For a second I was jealous of the last group for putting onsuch a show.At one point the bar tender was so busy that Ki volunteered to takeorders and bring them to people's tables. It was only fitting, Isuppose, given that his job was to deliver stuff anyway. As I watchedhim taking drinks around to the tables, I noted how well he interactedwith everyone, smiling, joking, flashing a little cleavage from his lowcut sleeveless top, shaking his ass in those tight leather Capri pants,letting people. She pulled my shorts down and I stepped out of them, leaving me in my panties. I glanced again at the mirror. Without a word, she guided me to the edge of the bed, and gave me the slightest turn, and then an even gentler push in the small of my back, telling me, in the language of sexual telepathy, to bend over the bed so she could disrobe me completely.I complied, and watched again in the mirror as this young Amazon pulled my panties down off my hips and legs, until again, I daintily stepped.