"Well, I can't taste it now, can I?"Her eyes gleamed with a sudden mischief as she looked around to make sure we we weren't being watched. The cafe wa... almost empty and we were seated where the waiters couldn't see us. She reached up to pull my head down and before I could process it I was in Yvette Black's mouth. Our tongues coiled and wrestled and her mouth was thick with the dissolving cinnamon cream. She was right. It tasted good. Her soft moans urged me as I ran my hand up her back. Her. .I don’t know what to do… I cooled myself came out from my room asked the maid to bring coffee… I folded my lungi till my tights sat in the sofa with bare body…I was having coffee she came near me laughed and about to leave I shouted “are you mad… don’t you have any sense… what to do you are from a village that’s why you don’t know anything… idiot get lost from my sight”.She turned and asked “what Bala what happened” me – “just go” Nisha “what happened… I didn’t do anything” me – “you always. ‘Your main house? How many houses do you have?’ she asked. ‘A few,’ he answered vaguely. ‘Why so many?’ ‘I never really felt comfortable in any of them,’ he shrugged, thinking back to his lonely, albeit rich, life. ‘So every where I went, I tried it all over again.’ Now it didn’t matter where he was or where he lived, so long as he had Mimi with him. Just the thought of her walking into his old, cold, spooky main mansion erased all of the unsettling feelings he felt about the place. He could. We spent a leisurely morning together, and then she decided we should go out to lunch. I wanted to go home to change, but Renee said it wasn’t necessary as I looked fine. There was no arguing with her, so off we went. We went back down to what was referred to as the ‘village,’ where the gay crowd liked to gather. After a leisurely lunch we strolled along the sidewalk, stopped to browse in some of the stores. We ended up in her favorite bar, where we socialised with others and enjoyed a few.