Or, more accurately, lots of fucking, which is what we did. Making love is for old people!We went on long walks together, holding hands. He prepared e...erything for the weekend and I didn't have to do a thing. It was so romantic, I don't think I've ever been happy. The place we rented had a huge bath that stood on feet - it was an incredible place for us both to relax together.On the Saturday evening, as usual we started getting frisky. We had both had a few glasses of red wine, and we were both. . Mere dimag me to meri chudai ka drishy saaf chal raha tha… Ki mai sir le lode pe nangi hoke uchal rahi hu aur peon meri gaand mar raha hai !Shalu aap jawab kyu nahi de rahi , sir ne poocha,Sorry sir mene niche mu karliaApko ye naukri nahi mil sakti aap hame stable nahi lagiMai samjh gai thi ye admi kya chahta haiMene bhi thodi ru asi si awaz me kaha sir muje ye naukri ke liye jo karna padega mai karungi apko khus karne ka ek mauka de.Usne apni pant ki zip kholi aur loda mere honto pe le aya. I could have checked out if that massage parlour near the train station really was as dodgy as everyone said it was. I could have sat in the pub all day and got pissed on my own. It would still have felt slightly less embarrassing than this.I figured if I hung on for a couple of minutes more then it wouldn’t look like I’d walked in, changed my mind and walked out again. It wouldn’t be embarrassing if I at least clung on for a little bit more.I heard the door open on the far side of the gallery.. He inserts one finger and then two as he works my clit. As he pushes his fingers deeper inside me and against my g-spot my breath begins to come quicker and I can feel an orgasm approaching. “Oh, baby. Yes. Don't stop. That feels so good.” I hear myself say and cannot believe these words are coming out of my mouth. I don't talk during sex and I certainly don't beg and tell my partner how he's doing. It must be the drink. He sucks my clit up tightly in his mouth and works his fingers.