I parked my car and pressed the door bell. After 2-3 minutes, door opened and Priya was on the door in navy blue colour Salwar Kameez. She was really ...ooking gorgeous. She asked “aap kab aaye aap ne koi phone bhi nahin kiya”.She said, “Aap andar to aayeye”. I entered in and found nobody was there and asked her “Priya, Rakesh kahan par hain?”.She replied, “Aaj yahan hamare client ke bete ki shaadi hai aur barat Balsar ( City in South Gujarat ) gayi hui hai, sab log shaadi maein gaye hain mera. That made me feel better. I had probably pissed her off. With that thought, I turned and started back. The door opened. “Hey, Jack,” a familiar voice said. “Where ya going, Jack?” Slowly, I turned back to her. She leaned casually against the door frame. Her long, black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, over a red shirt with a plunging neckline that showed off an ample bosom. A black skirt stopped well above her knees, revealing a nice stretch of black stockinged legs above her boots.. ..and he pulled me in even closer, even tighter against him. The waltz ended, and a jazz number was on the speakers next. Nick leaned in and nibbled and sucked at the side of my neck. Between his tender loving on my neck, and the wickedly seductive jazz saxophone solo, it was enough to make any girl melt. I'm actually surprised I managed to keep from melting at that point - it was miraculous that I didn't melt into a big puddle of girl-come right then and there, that I somehow didn't ooze down. I dropped to my knees, my thighs wide, leaning forward to kiss and caress his knees and thighs. "Would master care to make use of this slave?" I begged."What can you do for me?" he asked."Whatever master can imagine, and many things besides," I said, looking up at him with my lips parted sensuously. It was a standard response."Very well. Take me to a private room," he said."Oh, thank you, master," I said, covering his feet with kisses. I was truly gratified. Not only had he accepted the humble.