He was also heir to the Brinkley-Jones fortune. And soon, the Conservative Party leader would be contesting a General Election. Erika Brinkley-Jones h...d a nice ring to it. Wife to the first black Prime Minister, to the man who would eventually inherit millions! Okay, she was a long way from that position. Alistair had neatly sidestepped any overtures she’d made in that direction. That was fine – she could be patient. That’s how she’d reached her position in life after all. Marriage to a. Stopping finally, I let her body sink back into the bed. The bed is wet under her from her juices. I pick her up, and move her over. Spreading her legs, I kneel between them. My hard cock is dripping pre-cum. I rub the head on her bald pussy, adding my juices to hers. She has propped herself up where she can watch. I can see her blue eyes hazed over with lust. It turns me on knowing she wants my cock, probably even more then I want to be inside her. I look over at you, as I wipe some of her. ’ A pause. ‘Yes.’ ‘And are you still looking for … fun?’ Again, the odd emphasis. Amanda gulped, began to blush. ‘Y – yes,’ she stammered, her heart beating more vigourously now. ‘But a- all I – I did was jus – just leave my – my name,’ she said. ‘I didn’t leave any – anything else beh – behind to identify m – me, ohhh …’ Amanda felt a wave of sexual arousal course through her body. ‘Who – who are you …?’ she gasped. ‘Never mind that, Tamsin,’ replied the voice. ‘Tell me, truthfully, and hold. We planned to meet at CP, I received her at Rajiv Chowk metro. She was in tees and hot pants and open hair. It was the first time we were meeting face to face, she saw me and passed a smile, that smile I fell in love for first time and every time I see her smile. For me, time stops whenever I see her smile.We side hugged each other and spend some time at CP. Then, I took her to the hotel where I stayed, I decorated my room with hanging balloons and cake for only two of us. She was surprised and.