It was clear to Pierre that she wanted to reignite the embers of lust smouldering in his body.Recharging his wine glass, the second camera angle caugh... the look in Mia’s eyes. They did not break contact; it was clear how much she liked sucking his cock. Her perfectly manicured fingers barely made it around his girth. Her painted lips sucked around the fat bulbous head and eased down to take as much as she could manage.Encouraging her, his hands on the back on her head pressed down. The tip of. I said “please da molu enn oru divisam engilum samathiukku njan inni oriukkallum chothikkulla” (please my dear let me do what ever I want today after this I won’t ask you for this). She gave a naught smile and a pinch on my lips saying “themmadi” (rascal..). I was squeezing her boobs which were so soft like sponge and I was enjoying it like hell. I also started liking it I guess after 5 minutes of groping she put her hand on top of my hand to give more pressure to my squeezing.That was the last. I am Ranjan about 45 years, married. This is about the incident which started five years back. In my house two beautiful Nepali maids used to work. They were sisters. The elder one was about 26 years old with beautiful complexion and was married. She used to work on part time basis. Her name was Sati. She used to stay in our servant quarter with her husband. They had a six year old son. The husband was a real drunkard and used to spend whatever he earned on drinks. So, with her meager income. ” I tell her. She had been excited to have seen a movie on a giant screen. I would have to take Abigail soon or the teen would get jealous. After our meal I take my wife around back of the restaurant. Into the dark alley. There I turn her around and push her gently, but firmly up against the wall. Her palms on the rough brick. “Mmm, this is why you ordered me not to wear any underwear.” She says happily as I lift her skirt. It’s true. All she wore was a nice pair of black thigh high stockings..