I need to wash up. I’ll just be a few minutes.”She closed the bathroom door behind her, and I undressed to climb into bed and wait for her. I stri...ped the blankets off and just left the sheet to cover us with. While I was waiting I thought about my wife four floors above us and the thought of her alone with Tanner. Everything that I’d learned and seen that night was so damned erotic! My fears from earlier had been replaced with sexy images of her making love with her reunited lover. My cock was. Me and Fern. Exhausted after an amazing blow job I was so satisfied that I had no energy to move. Fern was lying on my thighs. Her tongue still out and she continued to clean my genitals. Licking and cleaning all the juice that was ever left. I lay still and enjoyed the wet tongue. The occasional “slurp” sounds made me kinky and I was wondering if I had enough stamina to fuck someone like her who is regularly digged by not just other Indians who visit the pub but also so many whites and blacks.. Heremoved his license and social security card and handed them over, andtook a sip of the soda.Cherry, disgusting. Dan thought. But to be polite he sipped again."Thanks, Danny, I'll just go make a copy of these." Vanessa stood up andleft the room. Dan heard a click of the lock engaging again. Was therealock on the other side? Dan wondered. He wiped a bit of sweat off hisforehead. These stockrooms are always a bit stuffy, he looked around atthe boxes filled with useless crap. Why girls like this. “Underwear, darling!” exclaimed Susan, noticing how Amna was dressed. “Not perhaps the most sexy or expensive. But don’t worry appropriate clothes will be provided on the set. Come on, or we’ll be late!” Today was also the first opportunity that Amna had got to read the script for Hot Asian Lovers, which she hurriedly skimmed through, searching with a pounding heart for a scene in which she was cited as having sex with Susan. There was no scene which mentioned that explicitly, although there.