"I let my laughter tinkle around him. "I know what you mean. Nobody's going to come in. The door's locked."I thought I saw a strange light flicker in ...is eyes, but it was gone so fast I decided it was my imagination. His fingers fumbled with his clothes. I thought he never was going to get them off! But he finally did, and when he pulled down his shorts, his cock leaped erect with such violence I could hear it slap his belly.He had more body hair than Mark. He was going to be a hairy man, I. Once again I confirmed myself that whether I want to reopen the chapter that I closed yesterday because of the resistance from my wife. It may be the beer working inside me forced my leg to walk into the telephone booth and my fingers to dial the number of Sreedhar and Rany. Sreedhar took the phone.After the usual wishing he repeated that if I am happy to eat Rani's pussy in his presence and will not try for anything more, I am always welcome in any night for few hours as they are living alone. We stood in the street chatting I found out he was a art dealer from Amsterdam and was over here to look at some painting to purchase. He was meserizing. And as he spoke i felt myself getting moist between my legs. How could just talking with this fine man make me so horny? I thought. He looked at his watch and apoligised for taking so much of my time. I wanted to keep this handsome man near me as long as posible.I reached into my purse and took out my notepad and wrote my name and where i was. It’s sensitive after just cumming, but I do not stop him, it’s too damn good. I’m unsteady, so I have to cling onto his hair to keep from falling over, closing my eyes and tipping back my head so nothing distracts me from this; nothing at all. Is this really happening? Did I knock myself out at some point? Am I losing it? Needing a second of clarity, “Are you really here?" I ask. He looks up at me, that delicious face of his covered in pussy juice and good enough to eat. "Yes Mistress." My.