She had rebuffed them all. Though she ached for pleasure, she would give herself to no man who would not relieve her father of the burden she had bec...me.Her heart heavy – as always – she made her way into the rising heat and the stream of laborers who ogled her with unabashed lust, on her way to her toil, baking bread.It was near to the time of high sun when the women of the bakery glanced at each other, wondering at the nervous posture of their overseer. He had stepped outside to speak to. Over time our talk’s wud veer around sex and one day I accidentally touched her waist. THAT WAS IT YAAR!!….I asked a friend for his house key and took her there. Her figure must be 36-30-38…I am not too sure. She was wearing a saree. The striking feature of her blouse was that it was of satin material and it clung to her body like second skin. She was wearing high heels. I love to see women in high heels. Moment we entered I kissed her on her lips softly. And then we had a long and passionate. I liked his manly smell and the way it felt on my lips so I kept kissing it. Kissing soon turned to little nibbles and licks. I noticed some pre-cum forming at the tip of it and asked him if he needed to pee. He laughed and explained that it wasn't pee but more like a lubricant. I could feel my pussy becoming quite lubricated too so it made sense to me that he might as well. I don't know why but I wanted to taste it, so I licked the drop from the tip of his cock.It didn't have much taste, sort. Can I call you this weekend?"Hurt, I said, "Sandy, of course. I do love you so. When can I see you?"She said, still without any warmth or feeling in her voice, "I don't know. This damn test is taking all my time right now; maybe when it's done." OK, get some sleep now, and I'll wait to hear from you this weekend. Good night, dear one!"She just said, "Good night." Then she hung up.I was crushed! I had so been looking forward to hearing the Sandy I remembered and loved; warm, happy, caring..