What have I done? They were smiling like they hit the jackpot. I got the pizza in my right hand and turned to keep the pizza and take money. Both step...ed inside the house, and I didn’t realize it.I took my purse with one hand. The old guy said, “Madam, no money.” He spoke in broken English. All my roommates are North Indians. I kinda look like one too. So he assumed I didn’t know Tamil. I tried to gather some courage to ask what you want.“We want to see you,” replied the new guy. I said, “Ok,. “No, not at all.” I moved to the couch and she stood before me. She removed her robe, stood in front of me and continued massaging my turgid dick. “I have to feel it inside me.” With that, this Swiss woman of impeccable class and taste climbed on top of me. She held my dick with her right hand and slowly attempted to navigate herself down onto it. I grabbed her thighs and stopped myself from entering her, preferring to rock back and forth so that the head of my dick would lightly graze her. ‘I’m going to fuck you right out of your mind, my dear, Ann!’ he’d lewdly promised, using the right four-letter words to spur her on. Their graphic sounds fired her with wild chills of intensive passion. Was this really her husband saying, ‘Put it in, baby! Stuff it in your hot little cunt!’ She’d been that certain of the ‘at last’ moment when she’d reached down and grasped the heated length of his solid, thick cock to splay open the moistened lips of her hungrily throbbing cunt, placing. ‘My lady? Should we tell the duke that you’re preparing to meet him?’ At that instant, her lady-in-waiting’s question was the last thing Daphne wanted to hear. She moaned her complaint, torn between remaining in Leander’s arms and hurrying to her father’s presence. The former would be pleasurable while the latter would be intimidating, but she knew her father would hear no excuses. She broke free from the kiss, asking Leander breathlessly, ‘Will you stay here while I talk to my father?’ Leander.