I changed to my salwar, put a rubber band and went down. The same guy who knocked the door. I sat opposite to him . Said him hi. He looked like rich f...llow. He told he is in business in Bombay and came for work purpose in Delhi and asked my purpose of visit. I told for a wedding. He told great. How long you are going to stay he asked . I told tomorrow evening is my train.He then came to the opposite Sofa sat near me leaving some gap between us . I was nervous. He told any help you can ask me. I. I continued with my mouth until he seemed to have finished and he withdrew his cock, my mouth gaping open, full of wonderful thick cum. I didn't want to swallow it just yet. I wanted him to see his load in my mouth.I looked up at him and his face was a picture of contentment. He looked so pleased and happy. As he looked down and saw his load still in my mouth, he knelt down and kissed me with his mouth completely over mine. Oh fucking hell, I thought, this young man is far dirtier and sexier. I selected some normal white lingerie but I also opted for some sexyblack stuff including some lacy shorts, for when I was ready to startmeeting lads. A selection of tights and stockings completed the firststores purchases.We went into a boutique, I explained that I had just landed from Sydneyand that the airline had lost my luggage, I showed my black Amex card(in my new name of course) and in true 'Pretty Woman' style the staffdisappeared and came back carrying everything they thought would. ”“Where did you draw the line, big man?” She demanded to know.“I’m not going to tell you,” I said flatly.“Well how will I know that I’ve crossed it?” Deb said as she put her hands on her hips.“You won’t, so you’d better consider everything you do from now forward. But believe me, when you cross it, the hell that will rain down on you and all of the men you have been fucking will be incalculable.”With that I left the party and, instead of going to the Hampton, I went home. I figured that she.