“I’ll deal with you in a moment,” she said.Jo had been mesmerised at the antics of my cock and the way Miss dealt with it. She now began to remo...e her bra, trying to turn away but Miss forced her to remain facing me. She peeled the bra away from beautiful, firm breasts and rigid nipples standing proud as she dropped her bra on to the bench.Next, she put her thumbs inside the elastic of her panties and slowly pushed them down past a fine covering of mid brown pubes around swollen labia.I could. "Come on, Fifty," my escort says, "Just come with me."I feel panicky at first: walking blind with just the guidance of the lead and the voice of my escort to steer by.The floor beneath my feet is non-slip vinyl near my room, then stone. We're in a corridor now, I guess. The one that leads to the stairs."Fifty, pause." I stop. "Good. You are at some stairs. Now step and step and step. That's it, keep stepping." I keep going up the stairs which wind to the left. Then, there's polished wood under. You never thought to ask me about girls. I guessin a way that was fair. After all, I've never asked you about yourgirls." She paused and smiled a wicked smile. "Or about yourboys. Have I ever? No. But you've never quit asking me. I betyou're still jealous of them! Even after five years of marriage!" She smiled a superior smile and added, "You wait, lover. I'm goingto cure you of that insecurity once and for all. Just you wait!"Nick couldn't tell if that was a threat or reassurance. . Married and with a job lined, having a routine life of taking care of her daughter coming home to cook for family and end the day with the usual fuck where her husband once he cum was the end of it. And like most indian women even she was usually left high and dry or let’s say high and wet.There were the usual restrictions on her to wear certain types of clothes only not to drink and she had accepted this as her life.In the course of chatting with her I realised she had a vibrant side of her.