I declined and told him that he and his friends shouldn't come to my apartment and that it would be better if I came to see them instead. I didn't say...why, but the truth was that my roommate wasn't too fond of these guys and I didn't want to put her in an awkward position. He asked me to come over to his place but I told him that I had just woken up and hadn't even had breakfast. "Perfect," he said. "Me neither, you can come make breakfast at our place." He took me by the hand and led me to his. “Would you like to help me undress for your lady Roger,” Jillian teases as she stands in front of him. “Top or bottom first, your choice Roger?” He decides to open the buttons on her jacket but leaves it on her shoulders to expose her magnificent 36C tits with large nipples before he helps her off with her skirt. The only clothing remaining are her hold up stockings with lots of bare flesh above them. She has perfect well defined thighs for wearing those stockings I muse as we move onto the. "Not for much longer," said her temporary Master, freeing his engorged weapon from his shalwar, "Were you oiled for the Emir?" Y-yes, Master. Oh please don't ... Please!" she begged."Please don't what?" he inquired, "If I am not to do something, I need to know what it is." Please don't ... don't ... do me," she managed."Do you? Be more specific. Be exactly precise, if you want me not to do something," he was enjoying this."Please," her voice was higher now as she became more agitated, "Please. Wo bhabhi ko khush toh kar nhi pata tha. Isliye unhne bahot marta tha. Par bhabhi ko mujhse baat karna bahot pasand tha. Isliye main jab bhi unke ghar jata tha, tab bhabhi mujhse baat karti thi.Par jese hi bhayia aate the, tab wo mujhse door ho jati thi. Isliye jab us din bhabhi ne mujhe apni windo me se bhulaya toh main jhat se ruk gya. Main car side me laga kar bhabhi ke pass window me se baat karne lag gya.Main – Haan ji bhabhi kya hua boliye ?Bhabhi – Bhabhi kya baat aate hi nhi aaj kal tum.