We shook our hands and found a corner table and started talking further about things. Slowly, I started to give her hints about what I was seeking.Swe...ha: So, can you somehow please help me out?Me: I can now understand how open you are. So do you mind if I say something openly?Swetha: Of course, you can.Me: Helping you out isn’t a big deal if you could accept it.Swetha: Accept it?Me: Come on. You’re brilliant enough to fathom what I mean.Swetha: Oh. Are you sure?Me: Don’t think like I’m. She was able to dictate the rhythm, depth and f***e of penetration and soon she felt being pushed over the top. His strong hands rubbed her back and shoulders and his lips sucked at her nipples hard. He mauled her buttocks with his hands as he kissed her neck and licked her ears. When he moved his hands up and pulled her hair down hard she was pushed over the edge. She leant back and his lips found her nipples again as another orgasm began to grip her. A lovely, deliciously warm feeling spread. The drive across town wasn’t bad and I arrived at Kim’s just after 8 and she must have been looking out for me as she opened the door as I walked up the path, “Morning Frank” she said in a sweet voice and looking at her I knew this was going to be a grooming with a difference. Her hair was still wet from her shower which being short looked quite sexy and she was dressed in a short loose crop top which was ok as her boobs were quite small and had a rather short black pleated skirt on showing off. “Well, Mister Meechin, why don’t you start by telling us something about yourself and why you think you’re suitable for this job?” Brendon began his stammering reply. His head was in turmoil. From the new perspective his seated position gave him he could see under the table. Both women’s legs were sheathed in nylon and both sat with one stilettoed foot hooked behind, and stroking at, a shapely calf. Their legs disappeared into darkness above their knees which left Brendon wondering. .