Steve is the sort of man with whom you can have an intelligent and meaningful conversation and he always seems genuinely interested in the person he i... talking to. He’s about 15 years older than me but keeps himself fit.It’s not just me who finds him interesting as I often find him in deep discussions with female colleagues. It seems that they feel comfortable using him as a sounding board for their relationship problems with absolute discretion. I did overhear one of these conversations where. Me: done with toilet?Jyoti: yes toilet is done but still sth is left to unload.. And she left smiling.I was shocked and I am quite sure she meant she wanna cum.Not sure if it is her sexy perfume or tiredness I boozed of to sleep and when I woke up again at 11:30pm she was watching movie. ThenMe: enka padukoleda? ? (dont you wanna sleep)Jyoti: mattu ga nidra ravatledu (said in sexy voice not able to sleep)Started my bad intentions, her black saree and cleavage were seducing me and I am getting. "Tom are you ready?" she asked."Sure, come on in," I replied.I heard the door open and close and then I could hear her moving aroundthe room. I knew from previous experience, that she was getting out someoil and would be starting any second. I did my best to relax and wasrewarded by a feeling of drowsiness as she went to work. Neither of ussaid anything for a while I suspect there is an unwritten rule that if theclient doesn't say anything then the masseuse is not supposed to start. I watched as the doors remained open. I knew my loving husband was waiting for me outside; just few yards from I was standing. But I felt I was unable to move. People moved out and the doors closed again. Now I was alone there inside, just with that old black man…I was pushed to the floor resting on my hands and knees. I reached around to lift my summer dress above my ass cheeks and gather it around my waist. Then I spread my legs wide for my black attacker…He grabbed his hard erection with one.