I reached out and cupped her breasts gently and pecked her on the cheek. Half an hour later, we were dressed for dinner. Asha looked stunning in a tig...t-fitting deep green satin churidar kurta. The back was all covered but the neckline was a deep, deep and wide ‘U – a matka neck in Asha’s own words. It put on display all her ample cleavage, and the tight kurta clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin. Asha threw on her dupatta and we went down for dinner.We had a good dinner, and lots of. Hanna had prepped me with her fingers enough to relax, but the dildo was quite a bit thicker than her dainty digits. Eventually, however, my ring relaxed enough to allow entry. The sensation was at once both powerfully erotic and substantially uncomfortable. My mind screamed out “Yes!” while my body screamed “Wait!” Hanna didn’t move fast, she was reveling in this newfound kink we shared: she wanted me to enjoy it as much as she did. At first, that was my concern as well.After a few. I commented on how wet she was and she said, “I got wet when you called and said you wanted to fuck my brains out!” We kissed for awhile as I finger fucked her and she unzipped and unbuttoned my shorts. My shorts fell to the floor around my ankles. Then I cupped my hands underneath her butt cheeks and lifted her up with her back up against my door. She used her hand to guide my dick into her pussy and I pushed into her as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I began fucking her hard and the. I placed the food to his side and bend down on the desk way more than needed so that he could see down my shirt.“Thank you Venessa.” He said as he looked first at my eyes, and then down my shirt, and then back to my eyes smiling.“Is there anything else you want me for, Sir.” I said not losing eye contact and smirking a bit with the corner of my mouth.He tilted his head to the side and gazed at me for a few seconds. “Venessa, are you dating anyone?” He asked with a furrowed brow.“No Sir.” I said.