Then i went to the door and rang the bell. There she was a beautiful lady she was the same lady that i saw last time it was a shock. She was wearing a...Punjabi dress. She invited me in and locked up the door. Then she asked me what type of woman i like and what type of sex i was interested in. I replied that i like a strong woman but with beautiful structure just enough to lift me. I want a sex where the woman is always in dominating position and i will do what ever the girl tells me unless i. .She was in nighty pari jaise lg rhi thee blkul…Mai to dekhta ee reh gya bs u=usne bola jaldi andr ajao koi dekh lega…Mai andr gya aur hum sofe pe baith gyeShe: chai peeoge ya coffee?Me: jo aap pilana chahoWoh bnane chli gyi kitchen meMaine pucha help kru kya…Usne bola naai aap baithoFr b mai chla gya kitchen me woh dusri or face kr k khadi thee kya ass thee uski mere se control ni hua maine peeche se jaa k hug kr liya. Woh chonk gai boli kya kr re ho maine kuch ni bola apne lips uske shoulder. Plans got made and we decided to meet at his place over a few drinks.I reached his house at around six in the evening , my whole body was tingling with anticipation and I could hear my heart beating like a drum, I guess one is always nervous when meeting somebody for the first time. Nevertheless I got a hold of myself and rang the bell , a few seconds later I heard footsteps and the door was opened. In front of me stood the man who I had been fantasizing about for the last month or so, he. .. yes seated like a king or potentate ready to bless or curse the supplicants ... those peasants waiting to be noticed. Seated behind a massive walnut desk, he terrified rich men hoping to be seated without reservation.The maître d’hôtel terrified me. He had the MOM look to perfection. In a glance, he cataloged my person to the penny, “tailored but off the shelf.”The change in his expression when his eyes wandered past my hair... “Winnie!”“Arthur.”“My Lord. The family table?”“Unoccupied,.