I didn't want to listen to those messages just yet. Andall the bills. I had stayed far longer in that hotel than I shouldhave. It actually felt a l...ttle strange holding my penis, my nails toolong, pissing into the toilet. I was very conscious too of the bulk ofmy body, compared to the past two weeks. I felt my hair spill forwardas I leaned into the sink and splashed some water on my face. I didn'tfeel that reminiscent shift in my breasts. I looked into the mirror. It was me again. But. Sweta ne muje 10 baje uthaya….Sweta ko dekh ke me heran tha….Wo naha ke bahar aayee thi…baal bhige the aur chikni body ko chipak rahe the…sweta ne red transparent saree….Red half sleeve tight blouse pahena tha.Sweta ek dam sex goddess dikh rahi thi…mera to lund khada ho gaya. Lund tight hoke..Track ko tambu bana diya tha.Sweta: kyu pati mahashay….Ye itna bada kaise ho gaya?Me: darling aaj tum kayamat dikh rahi ho….Halat patli kar di hai…Sweta: kya irada hai ?Me: irada…to mere lund ka. Not hard, but just right, sometimes pulling at the skin a little or scratching it lightly with her nails. After a while, she took her mouth off of my cock and grabbed it with one hand. She stuck the middle finger of her other hand in her mouth and covered it with spit. When she was done, she gaped over the head again, and as she was sucking it I could feel her hand between my thighs and under my balls. She put the tip of her finger right on my asshole, and slowly pushed it in. Not much, not. The look on his face was still serious, but now a subtle smirk was visible. He simply stared at her, waiting. Finally she broke the awkward silence, "Hi, I'm Lana." She reached out her hand to offer a handshake. He continued to stare with that same enigmatic smirk for so long that she became self conscious and almost dropped her hand. And then he took an assertive step forward and grasped her hand firmly in his. "Hi," he said. "I'm Mr. Smith." Somethng about the way introduced himself as Mr..