Then the hands begin unbuttoning my night shirt, slowly from the bottom towards my breasts. My breathe has quickened. When the last button is unhooked... my shirt is laid opened at the sides. I lay there totally naked. Waiting to be taken. The hands trace themselves up between my breasts. Cupping them.The thumbs rubbing my erect nipples and making them even harder. My sensations being sent to between my legs as my clit begins to ache. Wantonly. Then it stops. The hands leave my breasts and I lay. Mein tumse pyar karne laga hu Farhana. Mein roz tumhare baare mein hi sochta rehta hu. Tumse khoobsurat ladki meine nahi dekhi. I Love You Farhana.There was silence for sometime. She was not angry with me but she didn’t say anything. She was just looking down and cleaning the vessels. I somehow gathered the courage and went and touched her hand. ” Kya hua Farhana kuch bolo please.” She was still silent but was not resisting and slowly continued cleaning the vessels. I was not sure but i took. 30 pe gate mein tala laga detha tha wo boli ki woh aa jaygi.Phir uske bad woh mere se boli ki woh button laga legi or app beer pee lo, maine kaha ki thik hai mein beer ko glass me dal raha th thabhi meine dekha ki usse suie mei dhaga nahi ja raha hai meine usse kaha ki wo chod de mein laga dunga to usne kaha ki agar deri ho gayi to use yehin hotel me sona padega or dant bhi bahoot padegi.Main beer peena suru kar diya tha to usne mere se phucha ki beer kaisa lagta hain maina kaha ki bahoot accha. “This is yours as well, the controls are here”, he pointed to an area on the top of the bath body.“Now you’ve seen it I will let you get settled in, when you’ve unpacked come across to the house and have a coffee with us”. So we happily set up our temporary home, though our possessions seemed to be lost in the space, then walked out across the yard to the farmhouse where we found the front door wide open, Rapping the knocker of the door resulted in a muffled “come in” from the kitchen, a few.