" Before I could respond, he placed his tray on my table and dashed off down a small hallway and vanished around the corner. I waited a couple of minu...es and followed him. Noticing the door slightly ajar, I walked in and locked it. Facing away from me, adjusting his massive manhood in his jeans, he began to apologize for the unlocked door. I could feel my panties getting moist from the sound of his voice. "Mrs. Cartrelli!', he said, as he turned around and saw me standing there admiring. As my tongue twirled with hers I placed the plate on the table and then whispered “this is my breakfast, Mmm and kissed her more as I pressed her boobs”. She pushed me “okay, this is enough now babe, hubby waiting in home. He will come in in hour or so”, she smirked and left me with a tent in my shorts. I still hold her from behind when she was at the door, and started to fuck her over the saree. Trying to make her horny for me, but she didn’t and ran to her home. I fresh up and had the. It seems you were very close with that girl.”“Yes, Sir, I was. And maybe sometime far down the road we would have been together. But that was probably only wishful thinking at this point. At first it impacted my relationship with Becky, but later on we had dealt with it, I guess.”“That’s what she said, too. That you were reluctant at first because of this Swedish girl. She also said you never lied about it or hid it from her.”“No, Sir. I was always honest with Becky about Birgit, that was her. She told me in no uncertain terms that he was physically sore and feeling a great deal of anxiety. Zelia once again was extremely open to this variance of their regular schedule, and assured him that he ought not to feel uncomfortable or forward by any means, and that he should definitely call on her that day. All she need do was get ready for him, and it was no imposition at all. She made a point of telling me that, in order to dissuade his sense of making an imposition, she had asked him what.