I am an average looking guy with lots of passion in sexual pleasures. I was looking for various spas in Delhi to have a hot massage session and I have...been to various Spas. I felt quite bored with the girls who gives happy ending handjobs at end of each session. And one day, i went to a Spa in Haus khas, that was the turning point of my sexual fantasies. As usual i was asked to wait for few mins, then there came few girls. out of them one girl caught my eye, she was short but had a cute. “Good! I’ll be muddling about downstairs. Come down when you’re ready and we’ll have some coffee.”She nodded again and then, with a sob, flung her arms round his waist and her head against his chest. He put his arms gently round her shoulders. She did not weep this time, merely clung to him. Finally she looked up.“Thank you!” she whispered. “I’m sorry I was so silly.”“No. It wasn’t silly, Penny. You’d been on an emotional roller-coaster.” He smiled. “I’d rather you didn’t do it again though.”“I. I looked at Master with surprise and he gestured with a smile for me to go to her.Walking to the side of the bed i slightly touched her right foot with my finger tips. As my fingers touched her soft skin she gasped with delight. I gently traced circles up her inner calf to her inner thigh. I watched as her bare breasts rose and fell with each intake of breath she took. Her mouth slightly parted her tongue darted out to her lips as if she were licking honey off them.Reaching her pussy i ignored. Rose ascribed this to her friend's growing self-confidence and awakening libido, and she enjoyed the sexually charged atmosphere that permeated their household.The season continued, and on most evenings Jim and Rose attended soirees and dinner parties. Priscilla accompanied them to most such events, but not all. One particular soiree was to feature a reading by Mr. Wilkie Collins of his new, yet unpublished novel The Moonstone. Priscilla was very eager to attend, but their hosts rather.