"Well, what do you think?" Janine stood a few steps from the bed, wearing blue silk tap pants and a matching top with spaghetti straps. I could see he... nipples poking against the fabric. Her hair was up. "You're gorgeous," I said, eying her. She must have sensed, though, my disappointment in seeing her hair still piled on top of her head. "You haven't said anything about my hair," Janine said, almost pouting. "After that time at the concert when you caught me trying to undo it, I thought I'd. Her leaf-green eyes were fixed unwaveringly on his, they weren’t looking sad and miserable now, they were glowing and so was her entire face. Her lips were shiny and wet, their bodies still firmly stuck together. It would take a small nuclear device to separate his body from hers; he was holding her that tightly. Because of the way they were sitting his raging erection wasn’t rubbing against her. He had never in his life been this hard, he felt like he was going to explode. She was just so. Music seemed to come from everywhere, but there was no band. Small seating places were set up through out the edge of the floor. Each held it's own lighting candles and glowed welcoming. Fresh flowers were everywhere giving off a perfume you can't match from modern spray cans. In the center of the floor was a hanging chandelier which was all candles, tea lights, if my guess was right. Just enough light for the dancers, but not enough to take away from the intimacy of the room. I wondered if. She came at 10 and entered in the room. Ohhhh my God. When I saw her, I was out of my mind. She was wearing a very deep neck shirt and tights and looking very hot. She sits against me and smile. I said Saba you are looking very pretty and sexy, she smiled and said yap I know I am that pretty and adorable. Then during working on her laptop she turned towards me and asked sir can u pls tell me the way to format that sheet. I stood up and stand behind her and bent down and use my hands to use her.