She looked stunning in her black seamed stockings, garter belt, and transparent black bra and panties. Heavily shadowed eyes peeked out from under the...tousled blonde ringlets that framed her face, and her lips glistened with blood-red lipstick. She absolutely took my breath away.And Brad's, too. But this stud knew just what to say. He was very direct."Kay, you look so sexy that I'm sure your husband would like to watch you suck cock," he said confidently (as he practically leapt out of his. I said hi she also replied with a hello. I asked whether I could help her with the bags. I took few bags from her and we walked till the lift. We entered the lift and other people also entered at the same time . It became crowded so she stood next to me. Our arms were touching. I was in half sleeve shirt and she wore a sleeveless kurti. That touch was heaven. I helped her to her flat and said bye.Next day was my holiday due to strike in university . I was in my flat listening music. Someone. I brought my digital camera and met Dale at her Office and we left together to photograph the home. The house was a large five-bedroom center hall colonial, it was a corporate resale the owners had already moved to Texas. A professional staging company had been brought in to help sell the place & had staged the house with magnificent furniture. I showed Dale how to use her new digital camera and how to take pictures of the rooms to show them off the best. While we were upstairs in the master. Neither was he surprised to see that it was Ilsa."Mrs Lazlo," said Freddie, coolly, "I think you may have the wrong room. Possibly even the wrong hotel."She looked at him with a coy expression. Sprawled back against the pillows, a sheet pulled up almost to her neck, it was still obvious that she was naked."Please," she said, "call me Ilsa. Ilsa Lund. I always think it vulgar to mention my husband's name at times like these."Freddie sat down at the end of the bed. "Vulgar to mention his name but.