The stairs were right behind where we stood and I got them. But I don’t want to go upstairs now. I loved this feeling of submission. As I approached...him I couldn’t look at him as I was feeling shy. I can guess he is looking at my penis for sure. I wanted him to touch my penis, squeeze it. My pre-cum is glistening under the tube light.He slowly turned me around and started rubbing me around the penis without touching it. Ohhh my …. I was moaning. Couldn’t believe myself, I was moaning like a. " Effie nodded to two women sitting in one of the bar's booths on the far side of the room."Is that who I think it is?" Coral said, looking across surreptitiously at the slightly built, blonde haired girl that was sipping a cocktail while staring in a dismissive way at her companion."Oh yes," Effie responded, "Astrid Kuchen, author, scriptwriter and all round bitch." Allegedly," Coral giggled. Kuchen was well known for her pursuit in the courts of those she felt had defamed her work."Whose that. Mum just laughed. "You should know Lisa! You're not the virgin here, my son is." It's been so long since I got fucked," Lisa blushed."Sit back, spread your legs," mum advised her, "and take my son's prick in your cunt before the horny lad ends up cumming in his damn fist!"Lisa smiled, sat back on the sofa with her arse on the edge, and spread her thighs. Her hairy cunt, whose pinks lips were slick and glistening, lay between her parted legs, an inviting target that compelled me to kneel down on. But my wife told my that, there is no other way to get money back. She want me to decide, money or culture. I didn’t say anything. My wife called him to come at 11am with money.Next day, silently waited outside of my bedroom. I arranged the windows are unlocked. I could see the hall and bedroom very clearly from my stand. At sharp 11 am my friend entered into my home in his car. My wife who is in Light blue transparent saree, which gave her the beauty look of Angel, welcomed him and guided him.