Maine ek hath uske boob par rakha aur blouse ke upper se hi dabane laga usne mere gale me hath dala aur mere hoth kareeb leker kiss karne lagi hum don... garam hone lage thodi der baad maine uske blouse ko khol diya wo boli chalo bedroom me chalet hai maine use uthaya aur bed room me le gaya waha jaker hum dono kabu me na rah sake maine uska blouse utar diya phir maine apne kapde nikal diye pura nanga ho gaya wo bhi ab sirf petticoat me thi maine kaha ise kyon pahan rakha hai aisa kahakar ek. She then took his glass from his hand and approached the table once again . She almost wished she hadn’t. He silently approached her from behind and had placed his hands around her waist and had began to coress her neck with her lips in such a gentle motion she dropped her wine glass as her whole body lost all rigidity in that powerful moment of passion her guest had embraced her in. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl as she waved her head around in ever increasing surges of extreme pleasure. A smartly dressed receptionist entered the waiting room and called my name and asked to see my form, although she was quite young, I`d say around 25-30 years of age, she had an older more mature and authorative look about her, she was dressed in a smart black and white dress suit and had a nice voluptuous figure. She quickly scanned my form and told me to follow her and she swiftly opened a door and pointed for me to enter.The room was empty, but there was a desk with two chairs behind it and a. Turning his head, I saw his eyes drift toward me lazily, which caused a chill run down my spine, and a grin appeared on his lips. ‘You know . . . It’s rude to stare . . .’ He said simply. I blushed slightly and returned my eyes and hands into the soapy water. ‘What were you thinking?’ He asked lightly. ‘Oh . . . nothing . . . Just . . . Stuff . . .’ I answered, blushing harder now. ‘Sylar?’ I did not have to say anything. My cheeks were a bright pinkish red now. He chuckled and continued..