You could tell that she wasn’t embarrassed by revealing too much. In fact she was calling attention to herself by her actions – pulling my eyes to...her parted bare legs as she pulled at the thin material of her dress. This was a sexy, confident woman that enjoyed teasing men, and she was doing a hell of a job with me. When she walked in, I had been leaning back, relaxing in my high-back chair -- taking a sip of my Manhattan Cocktail at the Blue Bar in the Algonquin Hotel -- while the bartender. Jolly opened the sedan door and handed me my bag. I guessed that he would not be seeing me to the door like we were on a first date. He said something to me that sounded like,"Huff ya git!"I assumed he was saying goodbye but since he was staring off in the distance, I might have been chopped liver for all he seemed to care.A young black girl answered the door and told me that,"The Mistress won't be home until after tea."That didn't tell me very much since I had never quite understood when that. That's when I found out why the electricity still worked.Electricity was generated by a nuclear pile heating a huge mass of thermocouples. Each heated thermocouple put out a small amount of electric current as DC. However, there were enough thermocouples hooked together to supply all of the electricity needed by this facility. The DC from the thermocouples went through some sort of converter which I made no pretense of understanding and was converted to the usual 125 VAC that we were all. My hands were constantly pressing her boobs while I was giving her a blowjob. After 5 minutes, I could sense she was coming so started to lick her pussy more vigorously.Finally she came and man, it was damn sexy. Her juices were all over my face. I drank all her juices and went above. As I looked her, there were tears in her eyes.Swati: Itna accha kbi nai lga muje and saying this she kissed me, like a lover and then we slept.After about 30-40 minutes my eyes got opened and saw Swati looking at.