Reaching under the table I wordlessly hand her a small bag, and return once more to studying the food on the tables around me, picking up the minor mi...takes only a chef would notice. Upon her return I studied her as she sat gently down, only a small wince betraying the fact she’d obeyed the note in the bag, and now had a small, metal butt plug residing inside her. That look was all I needed as I beckoned the waiter, asked for her dessert to go and the bill.The taxi ride back to hers was. “Or,” she finally said, “I could take care of you now. Then we could go to lunch and come back here for the afternoon. “It’s me who should be pleasuring you.” I told her, wanting Carol to know that I was still embarrassed by my lack of control the night before, and that I cared about her needs. But, her hands and mouth on my cock felt so good, and I faded quickly in my ability to deny the pleasure she was giving me. “Relax. I’ve been thinking about playing with your cock all night.” There are. Surekha is a very hard working woman with three kids, hubby, and other family members. Her age is approx 30, not more than that. Surekha’s hubby is a regular drunkard for which she was frustrated with him. Surekha is not an educated lady since she was belonging to the village.She has a good figure with boobs and the bomb like ass. I like her ass which is very soft and fleshy. It is very common to understand the chaos and daily fights next door. I was observing the Surekha’s situation for many. We did make it to the kitchen and I did get him a cup of coffee, I am not sure he drank any.“Jeffery, I am not dressed like this because I wanted to have you over for coffee. Yesterday you pretty much fucked me out of my mind. I believe we have progressed to a new level in our relationship, our private relationship. To be totally blunt, I want you as my lover for as long as you want me.”“God, Kristen, that’s all I have dreamed about, literally for years! From the first time I met you,.