Goodness! Did I just say that?He laughed as if I had made a joke rather than a fool of myself. "I was going to say that they seem less inclined to jud...e an Indian man who is not a doctor or an IT professional."I looked down and fingered a lovely black sling back so that he wouldn't see the guilt on my face. I expected that he would judge me because I was Indian and instead I realised that in doing so I was judging him; not by his occupation but by his race. He was right though; many immigrant. His hands cup my exposed breasts, thumbs playing across oh so hard nipples. I arch my back under his touch. He strokes and caresses and tugs and tweaks until I feel myself melting, cream pooling deep in my core. "Touch yourself." I hear him murmur as his mouth sucks in my earlobe. My hands move from my sides and towards my breasts. His quiet voice stops me."Not there. Your pussy. I want to fondle your breasts while you stroke yourself. I want to feel your nipples form into buds as you finger. You down for sleeping?”“Yeah, I'm always down for sleeping.”===My fucking alarm. I fucking hate the noise I chose for it, but I did it anyway, so it'll make me want to get out of bed quicker. At exactly 9:45, the little shit went off. Then, immediately, I realized I wasn't in my bed. For that matter, this room is like five times bigger than mine, and is much better furnished. And, I didn't get the call from Rebecca to tell me to get my lazy ass up. And then my heart tinged. I loved Rebecca, and. Rosangela’s face lit up. “Oh, yes! Dungeons and Dragons. Of course. I watched the video. It looked like fun.”“I’ve got a character for you if you want to try it.” Max offered.Rosangela looked around the room. “Why not? Nearly everyone who could need me for work is going to be here. I’m in.”“Great. Let me gather my stuff and we’ll reconvene here in like a half hour?” Max asked.Everyone agreed and started to head out. Arwen rushed to catch up with Simon as he left the room. When they were alone.