None of us spoke much to each other since our arrival and still a lot of sexual communication took place between us. Lunchtime – I sat in a row with...others with my fiancé on one side and Rita was serving that row. She came up to me and said. ‘I hope the feast is good.’‘I said it was wonderful.’Both of us knew in our minds what we are talking about.My fiancé said ‘yes the dinner is very good.’ Rita smiled mischievously at me at the innocence of her sister. I was to stay in Mumbai for three days. Holy fuck, this guy was hung like a horse. I was no slouch in the dick department, but this guy had me by a mile. His bulge snaked down his leg and pulsed with a life of its own. This burly badass was a porn star in trucker's clothing."Suck it through my jeans, boy," he ordered as he grabbed my head and forced my mouth against his gigantic bulge. "Run that tongue up and down it. Show me how bad you want my cock, bitch."I slurped his massive member through the denim, playing the biggest,. Oh yesssssssssssssss, I can imagine his touch as I finger my left nipple, fantasing that it’s his mouth on my breast. How would he feel in person? Who is this man? Those thoughts are in the back of my mind, but right now, he was making my pussy tingle and I wanted so badly to see if he was going to get me off. I’m moaning, groaning in his ear, and he is taking that to mean that I wanted more, and he is right. ‘Baby, is your pussy wet? I like when your pussy gets wet for me.’ ‘I’m down there. Closing the door behind him as he left, Gary said, "They want you D.C. tomorrow at ten. Grab a shower - you stink." Great, I thought. He's got seventeen years of experience, management material, and the most he can deduce is I stink. I feel safer already. There wasn't much in the file. Where to go, when to get there, and a one way airline ticket. What was surprising was the high-level security stamp on the file. I didn't see anything important inside. Oh well, I'm sure I'd find out by about two.