She had family in southern India, where she probably would be forced to live, but they viewed divorce as a weakness on the woman's part and she would ...robably live the rest of her life alone and friendless.The word from Freya was that Rati told the truth. She needed help and she had the skills to help us. Chellie paid her a retainer and they signed an agreement to hire her as corporate counsel. With a job, Freya was able to put Rati's immigration problems away. With her legal problems mostly. Still fingering her sopping cunt with one hand, I mold her arms around her knees with the other. “Do not let go,” I warn her sternly. Then, to the waiter, “I want you to use both hands and tickle the backs of her thighs. Like this,” she gasps at my touch, “All of your fingers barely grazing the most tender, sensitive parts of her. Just barely touching her. All the way from the backs of her knees, here, to this crease where her inner thigh meets her pussy. Right here.” He only hesitates for a. "The technicians are ready." A minute," the Count said without looking away from me. "I'm dying, Orion. The only things keeping me on my feet right now are medicine and stubbornness. This body can't sustain me for another week, two at the most." Oh." I swallowed hard. "I'm sorry to hear that, my Lord." I need a new host," he told me, squeezing my shoulders gently. "There are a number of candidates, but I'm very old and very picky about my friends." You mean, you want me to..." I blinked at. This close I could smell him, a fresh yet musky scent.I softly pressed my lips to his he responded by putting his hands on my hips and then running one lightly up my back to my neck and pulling me in that be closer, my lips parted slightly as let my tongue slip through to brush his lips. He opened them slightly allowing my tongue to brush past his teeth and intertwine with his. I don’t know how long we spent in this embrace but eventually I pulled away and I leant back running my finger down.