He let his finger slide down my slit and play with my fluids. “You smell delicious,” he murmured. He looked into my eyes, making me turn red aga...n, and plunged his finger in. I instantly had to close my eyes, the pleasure over-whelming me. He chuckled and I felt him wiggling around. Suddenly he hit a spot in me. I cried out and dove my fingers into his hair. He laughed loudly and muttered something to himself. He began licking me gently and I wanted to cry it felt so good. His knowledge of my. She sat on her bed. “Yesterday I got a catch on my left hand” she was telling me. Suddenly I said, ” Do some massage otherwise in winter it worsens”. She said ” who’ll do man? My husband will come only next Wednesday” “If you don’t mind I’ll do it for you” I said. She stared at me for while. I felt embarrassed and said “sorry”? It’s okay man if you don’t bother please massage my left hand and she taken some balm and give to me and she sat on her bed. I took some balm on my fingers and went to. And pink high heeled pumps. I felt beautiful and wonderful. A bit high from some fairy dust. Aroused and happy. I heard the knock on the door. He was here.I walked to the door swaying my ass as a woman would and opened the door. There he stood smiling at me and carrying a shopping bag, folded at the top To my surprise he was taller than I had expected, more handsome, actually looked a bit different than the picture that he had sent me. But even more surprising was that I knew him. Yes, I knew. For those who don’t know about me or for those who have forgotten me, here is a repeat of my resume. I am Zaheera, 24 years old. I work as a hotel receptionist in Bangalore and live with my brother Aditya (28) who is in IT.You might think I am Muslim because of my name. But the thing is that my dad is Hindu and my mother is Muslim. Mom picked my name, and I was raised as a Hindu. Because of their inter-religious marriage, we were isolated from all the relatives from both sides.We.