“Where were you all these days handsome, hamari yaad bilkul bhi nahin ayin naaaa…….,” she said, more than once, with sensuous dexterity in her...tone, as she poured tea for me at their dining table, standing very close to where I was seated. Serving me tea, she leaned over the table casually, giving me an ample view of her deep shiny cleavage from over her low-cut blouse, continuing to indulge in her horny toned petty talk that had now started making me go crazy. The pleasurable torture was only. A few giggles told me I was wasting my time then the music stopped and suddenly I felt awkward, do I go or do I stay, funnily that wasn’t one of the songs but I stayed and then a smoochie began. One of the threesome edged slightly towards me then the other two picked up their stuff and went off so I moved in on the girl and luckily she didn’t blow me out. Wow, was she hot! Slim and blonde with great legs and a sparkly mini-dress she had her arm draped around my neck as we shuffled to the slow. I concentrated on my beer, getting more and more nervous, and so drinking much quicker than normal, making the small amount of alcohol go to my head far more than it would normally, doing my best to hide the hard-on that was growing in my trousers. When Id finished my glass and was beginning to wonder how I could politely ask to go home, I felt the back of her hand on my cheek, gently turning me to face her. Jack, she said, her voice a little more husky than usual, and her accent a little. At 5’10’ and 140 pounds, she towers over my 5’6′, 135-pound frame, especially when she wears her knee-high black leather boots with razor-sharp four inch high heels. People do stare at us when we’re out in public. I guess they assume the only reason a woman like her would want a guy like me is that I’m a rich guy. But I’m not. I’m an IT specialist for a small company, and I make about 50 grand a year. Debbie makes much more than that with her… line of work. Depending on what kind of contracts.