“ don’t mistake me, I don’t wont you to fuck with him, your husband seems to be good, but please get massaged by him, it will be a once in lifet...me experience…and it does not matter he is a man. He will not be nude like us but fully dressed. He is a professional masseur , he never try to take advantage of situation…I insist madam you to have massage from him. You will never forget his massage, his company.“I wished and prayed to God. I wanted her to consent. I wanted to see hour. Long sex , as. She asked, “Just awesome?” I said, “They are sexy”. By this time Shikha was high and she came and sat next to me and held my hand. “You know Amit, I was waiting for someone to say that to me directly and not just keep ogling, like others do. What else do u find sexy in me?”She asked. I said, “You are sexy all around. I had my eyes glued to you while you were at the café”. She said, “I saw something in you right then but wanted to wait n see.”Saying this she came closer and kissed my cheek. I. As we danced he complimented me on my dress, the way I danced and, in general, everything a woman wants to hear. But I wasn't born yesterday and I could feel his eyes and hands all over my body. As we danced it seemed as if he was deliberately pressing his manhood against my hip... The touch wasn't lost on me. I could feel that he was not normal, huge might be the word to describe it...and I actually feel it grow! I had a rush of excitement, and embarrassment, as we ground against each other. .. just think of me as some kind of DP, new to the country and English is my second language. Okay?"She hadn't said a word, and the shocked look on her face was locked in place. I buried my face in my hands and waited for her reaction."That was quite something, Mr. North," I heard her say in what seemed to be an even more Irish lilt than normal.I looked up and she was smiling, but not with happiness. It was more of a sad smile. She reached across the table and held my hands. It was a gesture I.