Bhardawaj and got up from the couch. Her hands went on her shoulders and carefully removed a safety pin from underneath her saree. The next second, sh... pulled down her saree.“Can you hold that for me, please?” Swati requested in a sweet and polite tone as she put one end of her saree in front of Mr. Bhardawaj. All this while, Mr. Bhardawaj had a blank look on his face. With Swati’s saree now out of the picture, her assets were much more visible.Mr. Bhardawaj couldn’t decide what he should do.. “Please excuse me Frank, I must go let the guys in to unload” she said and as she started to walk away I responded, “Rachel, if you need a hand or even a coffee break give me a shout, I am around all day” and a quick “Thank you” and she was gone.I went back to my patio and finished my smoke and catching the mid-day sun while listening to all the comings and goings laughing to myself at the odd crash and bang but figured if Rachel needed some assistance she would surely let me know.It was. I threw her down on my futon bed, already set up with two ropes in each corner at the head. I held her down alternately by her throat and her tits while I pulled her shirt and bra off of her. They came off easily. Next her shoes had to go, and I continued applying pressure to her throat while I let her bend over to remove them. When they were off I pushed her face into my crotch to feel my cock already growing hard through my jeans, then threw her back down on the bed. I made quick work of her. Phir maine use chit letaya aur uske gaand ke niche takiya lagaya. Aur uske pairon ko phailaya. Phir maine apna lund uske uske chut pe dal diya. Jab mera lund ka supara hi uske chut mein gaya tha woh jor se chillane lagi. Nahi mujhe chhhhhhhhhooooood do. Naaaaaaaaaaahii mmmmmaaaaaaaain maaar jaaaaaaaaunggggggi. Apnnaaaaaaaaaa luuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnd nikal lo. Lekin maine ansune ke jaisa karte hue ek jor ka dhaka lagaya. Woh aur jor se chillayi. Phir maine uske lips par kiss karte hue uske muh ko.