I ran my index finger up and down her slit overtop of her thin satin panties. She exhaled loudly as my finger continued to trace the indentation crea...ed by her moist, swollen labia."Someone is already quite wet, I see," I announced to her as I slowly and provocatively pressed my finger against her erect clitoris. I slipped a finger underneath her panties and felt touched her soft, moist flesh. Her mound was completely hairless, and I shuddered as I wondered to myself if she shaved her pubic. I said, suppressing my excitement, by all means. She playfully patted my ass and said I know your kinky interests. I replied it was she who wanted a massage. She defended that Manoj was innocent and professional, and she would stop if anything went weird. I said let’s see, ask him once.So my wife called him up right away from her mobile. She kept the speaker on, for me, and talked to Manoj asking what are the rates etc and asked him to come in the afternoon at two. But I saw her hand subtly. She waved over and caught the woman's attention. The she was mortified as she realised her mistake and it wasn't her old neighbour. The embarrassment was compounded by the woman coming over. My wife spluttered a garbled explanation. Which the woman found funny. She introduced herself. She was an average looking woman decent figure mid fortyish. Seemed friendly enough,her husband quickly appeared with their drinks. Friendly looking fella nothing out of the ordinary. Out of politeness I said to. The dinner was perfect and elegant, of course. A small orchestra played Händel, Mozart and Vivaldi, the conversation was witty and spirited, never really vulgar, though many hints were dropped about the purpose of the evening.As nine o'clock drew closer Alyssia felt her anticipation harder and harder. With starry eyes she looked at Alexander and whispered: "I'm really getting nervous about this, love." No need to, my dear. I'm sure you'll find these people kind and helpful. I can see that.