It turned out he had many celebrities as clients at his dating bureau and he asked me if he could call me another time since I didn't seem intimidated...by going on a date with a celebrity. Obviously, I told him I was up for it.I was really excited but the weeks went by and I heard nothing from my friend. Then one evening the phone rang. "Do you have a tuxedo?" "Um no" I answered. "Okay, no problem I make sure to drop one of to you. You see a client just rang that she needs a date for a private. I was glad I was picking her up, because a stranger could easily have taken advantage of her condition. With halting steps sideways and forwards, she dropped her cell phone once, twice, three times, struggling to bend over to pick it up each time. She also struggled with her lit cigarette, and I was worried she would burn her finger. Finally she made it to the van, where I waited for my promised reward."I'm a little drunk," she stated proudly."So I noticed," I shot back at her, more angrily. I slowly removed the anchal (pallu) of her saree and looked at her bulging boobs still cupped inside her blouse. She smiled. I rolled her over and came over her. I started kissing those boobs from above the breasts. She was getting hotter and hotter and she started moaning. I took both breasts in both hands and started squeezing. She closed her eyes and pulled my head on to her breasts. I undid the hooks and took her blouse off and threw it on to the floor. I also took her saree off and threw. I noticed she was watching me while I was checking out potential (imaginary) partners. I thought,..she doesn't know me I could just walk right up to her and ask her how she likes her pussy sucked and before I knew it she was standing behind me, I could feel the heat of her breath on the back of my neck. There was no time to panic I turned to introduce myself and again she beat me to the punch. Her name is Marla,and she's got her soft ass hand up my blouse cupping one of my breasts, she wants to.