‘Why don’t you come down to my office and tell me about it?’ Marya said. Ben followed Marya down the hall and into her officer. She walked acros... the room, turned to face him, and leaned against her desk. ‘Wow, for a psychologist, she’s pretty damn good-looking!’ Ben thought as he looked at the woman standing in front of him. The pretty psychologist’s outfits were always dynamite and today’s was no exception. A white cable-knit sweater and white ribbed skirt clung lovingly to her fine physique.. I become restive, move out of the train and get an auto for Nehru place. Park Royal is indeed a grand royal hotel. It is called Intercontinental eros these days. I walk with confidence to the reception. I girl wearing a long dark coat is on duty. “Is there a reservation in the name of Mr. And Mrs. Pradeep Vasudeva?” She replies in the affirmative and places a folder containing a computer typed piece of paper in front of me. It contains all the details about me. Some details have to be filled in. It was different from other kisses I’d had with other men, more robust and consuming. One of the things I’d fallen for was his absolute lust for life, and it manifests in his kisses. He wants to taste everything, everywhere in huge dollops. He wasn’t just kissing me, he was teasing, playing, experiencing my textures and the tastes. He was devouring me in the most erotic way. Kissing clearly wasn’t a path to sex with him, it had its own purpose and was a destination in its own right. In short,. 'Time for phase two.'I leaned back and pulled him on top of me, reaching a hand down to slide his gorgeous swollen cock along my nylon-clad upper thigh. He moved it past the thong between my legs until it was in just the right position. With hot breath I said just one word."Push."As his hips slid forward, I felt the initial obstacle of my tight arse give way to his attacking rod, more steel-hard than any other cock I'd previously experienced. And then it was just ecstasy. His cock was cocooned.