When I entered she was removing her dupatta and cleaned herself. But she never cared that a guy was standing next to her.So I was shocked with her beh...vior and I started washing. While checking in the mirror, I found some sambar on her cleavage. I pointed her but she couldn’t see tha. So I asked her to excuse and I took the wipes.I asked her to turn around and started to wipe the sambar all over her cleavage. Intentionally I touched her with a bare hand, her reaction was priceless as she bites. “Ohhhhhh fuck! I’m cumming,” she squeals, allowing her weight to rest on my face, her body quivering as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. “Fuck, woman. You are a damn pro at that,” she moans. She climbs off of my face, kissing me deeply, despite her wetness still on my mouth. I am still a horny mess at this point, and Anna recognizes this immediately. She growls deeply and removes my panties. Just the friction of the fabric coming away from my clit feels like enough to put me over the. Apart from the heels, she wears only a kind of loincloth - a white silk cord slung low around her hips, with a white silk modesty panel in the front, and another in the back. She feels the scrutiny, from the women as much as the men, but she does not make eye contact.Eventually she arrives at table 27, stands politely, and waits for direction. The table has two occupants. The man is handsome, elegantly dressed in a very expensive suit, white shirt, dark tie. This sounds like business attire but. I am not mad at you. I am actually glad it was akitten, and not someone trying to rip off my momma's theater. Or, Iguess I should say, my theater." Your theater, miss?" Yes, my momma was the fourth member of our family to own it. She leftit to me when she passed away a few months ago."Sarah gently stroked Violet's hair, seeing it was done up in aballerina's bun. "Violet dear, are you hungry?" Yes Miss." Violet's stomach rumbled softly, indicating a need for agood warm breakfast."Then if you.