It was Klavenko."Excuse me," he said in a short manner while I looked to him with my hands in the pockets of my black blazer. "Erika, on your feet. We...have to go," he hissed in an even rougher tone to his daughter. She curled a little and stood looking to her feet."You are Mr. Klavenko, aren't you?" I said interrupting him, using my characteristic inexpressive look. He raised an eyebrow at me and nodded. "Here, there's my card. Call my secretary tomorrow to schedule a meeting in a more proper. ” She kissed my cheek and told me to wait for David in the lounge. “Have a good evening, “she shouted after me “be careful!” I don’t think time ever went as slowly as those few days, but when Wednesday morning finally arrived, I got myself ready for my “date”. I showered and scrubbed every inch of myself, brushed my teeth...twice and headed round to Helen’s. At 10am exactly, I knocked on the door. Helen answered immediately and said she thought I’d be prompt! She closed the door and hugged me.. “Do you want something cow?” I almost speak. But that breaks the rules. (Well, unless I’m safe wording.) I look at her, as placidly as I can. She smiles that evil grin that tells me she’s proud of me and roughly drops my head back to where it was. After a moment, she produces something from her coat and places her palm in front of me. I think it’s a sugar cube. ((I believe that’s primarily for Ponies, but in this case, Her cow is hypoglycemic and so it can’t hurt.)) I tongue the cube. Sameer was lying on the sofa, and my lovely shy wife was lying over him in 69 position. Nisha was stroking and sucking his big cock while pushing her pussy inside Sameer’s mouth.Sameer was literally eating that wet and hot pussy of Nisha’s. After a couple of minutes, Sameer started kissing and pressing her huge buttocks and biting on them. As Sameer bit on her hips, Nisha paused for a while and then started sucking his cock again.On the other side, Sameer opened her buts wide and started.