This was the first time I had ever touched women's undergarments."Oh, how wonderful it must feel against their skin to wear such beautiful underclothe...!" I silently mused.I continued my examinations of the two women's lingerie touching the material whenever a safe opportunity became available. When my path finally re-opened, I decided I needed to see more women's underwear. Silently sliding across the carpet, from chair to chair, I studied each woman's lingerie in turn, making mental notes on. “Do you mind or have a problem getting naked too?” he asked. “Uhhh, no,” she said, but she hesitated a moment as though she was a little self confident. “Don’t be worried. I’m sure I’ll really love your body,” he told her. Gradually, she took piece by piece off. He watched, delighted that she had. His eyes showed he was thrilled by what he saw. She felt better each second as she removed her clothes for him. “Do you like what you see?” she asked as that lack of self confidence reigned in.. I somewhat nervously stripped naked, as did he, and I was quickly positioned in front of a mirror and brought to my knees as he presented me with his cock. Not very experienced, but eager, I happily pulled his hardening cock between my lips. I spent a while sucking, licking, slurping and gagging, hoping I was doing a good job and that we’d move to fucking before my jaw hurt much more. Thenl he pulled me over to the bed while still on my knees, he lay my head on the bed and proceeded to push my. Ragu was just behind me when I was locking up the main door. As I was leaving, I somehow asked him to where he’ll be at in Little India. He told me a pub where my husband used to entertained the workers but I told him to meet me at another place away from his friends and from Little India. When I got home I showered and put on a sexy outfit and do away my head veil which most Muslim women wear. About to leave the house I felt guilty conscious about inviting Ragu to meet secretly. Surely he must.