I grabbed her hand and took it towards me. “Reetu, please stay for a couple of minutes. I want to make your birthday a special one.”“Kritesh, yo... wished me first. You already made it special. We can go out for lunch tomorrow. But it is very late now. I need to go,” She replied.“Okay! At least, have a beer with me.” I pulled out two cans of Stella Artois from under the seat and offered her one.Reetuparna smiled and took the can. “Okay! If this makes you happy.” She smiled again.Reetuparna pushed. She held out her hand for Michael to shake and she said, "My name is Chavvi, pleased to meet you." Michael, pleased to meet you too," replied her 'date' who noted that she appeared to have changed her top but apparently still had on those tight green trousers, much to his delight.They sat down and when the waitress came over and after he had checked with Chavvi, Michael ordered the coffees.They chatted for a while and seemed to be getting on very well and the woman kept flashing that gorgeous. Some willrub shoulders with the aristocracy, others will consort with burglars anddrug pushers.Only one of them managed to get himself turned into a fucking woman.The door clicks open, and I shrink back against the wall like a rabbitmesmerised by the roar of an approaching juggernaut.Not Cunningham.Please, Lord.I'll go to church every Sunday. I'll never take your name in vain again.I'll write hymns.Just let it be anyone but that cunt."Good morning, Richard. I trust you slept well?"For once my. My gripping and releasing timed to coincide with the rocking of my hips. I made love to his beautiful cock with my pussy. Gripping, stroking and opening; trying to give him the most powerful orgasm I could. No thought to my own pleasure; my sole endeavor was to pleasure my Master. Inevitably the intensity of my feelings and the sheer beauty of our actions began to raise me on another crest of orgasm. I fought it a little, stubbornly wanting this to be for his pleasure alone.He caught my hip.