I smiled back. She waved her hand and said “Krishna, come here ” I obliged and went inside.She was in a red saree and wearing a thin gold chain ar...und her neck which made her sexier, I was simply staring at her when she said: “Sit down, I’m feeling bored .” I sat down too and we were soon talking about several things, formal as well as informal. I always loved her lips, those soft petal-like ones. And this was one good chance to enjoy looking at them. Just as we were talking she held a flask of. .. a khaki, short-sleeved shirt, unbuttoned to the navel, and with no bra, of course... and a pair of super tight khaki shorts, so tight, in fact, that one of the film processing boys claimed, using a magnifying glass on the publicity stills, he count every hair on my pussy. So much for Dr Marlin Perkins and Bill Burrud.Philo Phoods gave me a lot of static about the role Chef Fido was to play in the show. They, of course, wanted their trademark right up front, my co-star on every fucking. As I stood towards the top of the escalator I saw alyssa riding theescalator at the precisely instructed time. She rode to the top and movedto the bar entrance. As it turns out the bar did not open for another 15minutes and so she stood to the side by a pillar obediently looking down. Imade her wait a few minutes and then quietly moved behind her, leaned inand whispered, "hello alyssa". I informed her that we would sit down andconverse which we did, all the while she still had not been. The dress had a linerso I didn't need to wear a slip, though I felt kind of naked without oneat this moment. I was thinking that the first time, I'd be wearing anighty or something while with a guy. This was like real woman stuffhappening now.I walked over to him seductively and helped him pull off his tie andstarted unbuttoning his shirt. He allowed me to do that as he unhookedhis belt and unzipped his pants. I tried to tell him to slow down, but Idon't think he could. If he was gay, he was.