I’m a married to a rich man and my husband’s name is Rajesh. He’s is the Managing Director of a reputed Company and mostly be on tours for 2-3 w...eks at the same time. We have a big bungalow along with 4 Luxurious Cars. In our bungalow only we (me, my husband and my husband’s brother Mohan) stay along with 3 servants [1 Male (Raja) and 2 Female (Reshma and Meena)] and 1 cook (Vikas). Raja and Meena are married a middle-aged couple without kids stays at the out house in the backyard of our. I can feel the heat of your arousal from between your thighs against my groin and my cock gets hard for you, very hard. I keep running my finger tips up and down your back, softly in contrast to how hard our mouths are locked together and then I move my hands forward to cup your breasts, your nipples now hard and wanting attention. I kiss your neck and then lower my head to flick my tongue across the tip of your nipples, first one and then the other. I take the whole nipple into my mouth. Great start. She took his coat, gave him a drink, took herself to the john and gave herself a lecture. “This is a business dinner. Yes, it’s in my apartment. Yes, he’s a big guy with a great, fuck-me smile. Given the time and the place, I might. But it isn’t, OK? Remember how it ends up – they all turn into whiny, needy little boys. First they get in your knickers and then they get under your feet.” She had his number, all right. But when he was talking over dinner, she felt herself drawn by. With the back of my arm I rubbed over her nipples. I could feel them stiffen under her blouse. Her erect nipples were rubbing against my arms. I massaged her nipples with the back of my arm. She moved forward and rested her head on my shoulders, her breasts resting fully on the back of my arms. My heart began to race. Her posture would give away what was happening! I looked around once more to see if any one was noticing. Everyone was sleeping. Well almost! A lady was standing by the opposite.