Enrique lifted up my right hand to his lips and kissed it. His eyes met mine sending my heart into overdrive. ‘Pleasure meeting your acquaintance, m...demoiselle,’ he said. ‘Let us show the ballroom,’ Daddy said leading the way. A few hours later after tidying up my father’s office, he came back in a flaming bad mood with a bottle of whisky in his hand. He looked at me and yelled at me to get out and I scurried away quickly. Tears forming in my eyes. I heard voices coming from the ballroom so I. Whatever - I was thrilled, and I told her so.But first things first: I went out for a morning run. Now that wasunusual, since I normally did my running in the evening (if I wasn'tworking), but I had a nice relaxing bath planned and what better timefor that than after working up a sweat. I know, some of you probablythink running is the opposite of pampering, but after a long semesterof work and school and no exercise whatsoever, it was more like aluxury to have the time to do it at all. And as I. Then I told ok ma’am! Then she went to the kitchen and while my inner dirty tricks started planning then I went to the kitchen from behind. She was wearing a pink color saree and black blouse with she was damn fucking beautiful and actually she was planning to leave for somewhere then she noticed me and come Fahim! I would have bought you there any way your coffee is ready then we started chatting and I started flirting herMe: man you are so good looking and pretty.Rekha: oh, at least you have. The stubble on his jaw rasped against the soft skin of my inner thigh and I felt his warm breath on my wetness. I gripped handfuls of the sheets in each hand and lifted my hips to meet him. The wait was agonising and yet exquisite. I felt the hard edge of his teeth first, nibbling at my swollen lips and clit, and then his tongue pressed into me. I whimpered, overwhelmed by the force of my passion and the elation of having that passion returned. His tongue darted in and out, teasing and tasting.