Mein Ander gya, unhone paani pilaya. Mein drawing room mein betha tha madam mere sath aake beth gyi. Voh dhire se mere leg pe haath rakha aur mera Lun... dhire dhire khada hone lga. Voh mere upar aake bethi aur mera apna top Utar día. Unke Bade Bade boobs aur pink nipples dekh kar toh mere muh mein paani aa gya. Mene unke boobs pakde aur chusna shuru kar día. Phir unke sofa pe unko leta kar unke shorts khol die. Unhone panty nahi pehni hui thi. Unki pink chut dekh kar main ekdum unki taraf gya. After a while, it gives you little pain also. But I loved those kinds of pain in bed. So I kept encouraging him to do more.He played with few more ice cubes on both boobs and made them wet fully. He kept one ice cube in my nave and was licking it. It gave me a tingling sensation and I was dancing like a snake in the bed. He kept pressing my wet boobs while licking the navel. Then he turned me and played with an ice cube in my spine from near my neck to the end of the ass. The water from the ice. He didn’t say anything, just gave me a small smile. He took me to the other room.“Can we talk, then? Are you ready?”“Yes, I want to. I need to.”He went back the kitchen, retrieved two glasses and an open bottle of bourbon. We sat in what had become our own chairs; I had claimed the other one like his for my own. We talked for half an hour about the FBI, the lack of a case, the FBI offer to move me and set me up, and my feelings. He poured us each a little more bourbon. Rather than leaning back. The sex talk and erotic questions usually only happened just before everyone stumbled home hot and bothered, but it was barely half past seven.. ‘Dare for Simon.’ Carrie smiled. ‘I dare you to act out my fantasy, but I’m the one coming home from work.’ ‘Do I have to wear the apron? I’m only game if it’s a french maid apron.’ The guys murmured that they didn’t want to see Simon in an apron in any situation, so Simon kept his clothes on. A chair was pulled up and the group cheered as Carrie.