I switched off all the lights except my reading lamp and after changing into my nightshirt lay down in bed reading. I don't remember when I dozed off....uddenly I felt cold and opened my eyes. I saw Birju pumping his erection. He had lifted my nightshirt and was staring at my naked choot. The sight of his erection frightened me and with a small cry I tried to run. Birju caught me by my hair and threw me on the bed.He hissed, 'Haramjadi bhagti kahan hai? (Where do think you are going bitch?)'He. Jason did not reply. Jane this time consciously open her legs slightly, Jason withdrew his hand down Jane's leg. She thought she had blown it, however as Jason withdrew his hand he traced it up the inside of her left leg, Jane prepared herself but as Jason got to the hem line he then traced a gentle touch back down her right leg. He had made her feel totally at his will again, she wanted, and he was teasing to make things more erotic and prolong the “agony”.As Jason started sliding his hand. She walked me through the very classy and stylish restaurant. Stonework dominated the atmosphere, with dark wood and mood lighting providing warmth and ambience. The walls were of hewn stone, the bar was made from stacked rock, and the floor had wood pathways with large flagstones elsewhere. Several small alcoves lined the various dining rooms, all with rounded archways of stacked stone blocks. She led me to a smaller, more intimate room lit by a roaring fire in a hearth and gestured to one of. Three years after marriage we purchased a house through her agency. The seller of the house really got screwed because the listing agent had low-balled the asking price and passed it on to us so we immediately snapped it up. That's business, I guess.Our working hours were weird. I worked hard most mornings and Jorja hardly ever had a showing before eleven. I usually hung out making myself useful around the station, but was often home by three in the afternoon. Jorja's job had her working into.