She was not stylish in dress code but good dress code in Indian style saree well carried. I was on official tour to Bangalore to meet the client of ou... company. I reached Bangalore as per the discussion in morning and checked in the hotel and called the client to update about the meeting at 4 pm and I got the feedback from client secretary that the client has not come back from his tour and he has scheduled his flight and will come tomorrow. I said ok and reschedule the meeting.I was getting. The blouse came off and Rico whistled at the breasts bulging from the confines of her bra. It was black and smooth, designed for t-shirts, and Rico tapped it with his knife and told her to take it off.She was wearing pantyhose of a very faint beige colour that were maybe a shade darker than her skin. Black lace panties, bikini style, showed through the material. She looked to have kept herself in shape with a barely noticeable roll around the middle.Now the bra was gone and Rico grabbed the. “I blamed myself – for the miscarriage, for Faren ... and I felt like you deserved better. And then when you wouldn’t touch me, I thought ... maybe you’d finally realised it. I’ve heard of men who were disgusted by seeing their wives give birth, who couldn’t get over it, and Maker, I bled all over your sodding lap! If that isn’t gross, I don’t know what is. And I didn’t want you to have to live the rest of your life with someone you couldn’t have sex with.”He sighed, and sat up, swinging his. I allowed my finger to fuck her fiercely and relentlessly, and added another finger when I felt she was wet enough to take it. By now she was moaning louder and louder against her will, her lips quivering aggressively, her body falling again to the ground, unable to stand up anymore.I gently guide her to the floor, keeping my fingers inside her wetness, fucking her in and out and in- on top of her, my bare breasts dangle against hers, our lips meet once again for a kiss.But I pull away, now.