So they realised I was completely topless.Jatin continued pulling the saree till I was just standing in my panty. I was there with my white milky boob... with perky nipples standing and staring at two horny brothers. I was waiting for someone to make the first move. Jatin came and started pouring Champagne all over my neck. The chilled champagne instantly made my nipples really hard. The champagne started flowing over my breasts and trickled down to my navel. It had soon reached my pussy and ran. I can't let one of them deflower me and go around saying he got my cherry. I've put them off with blow-jobs, which I hate, hate, hate." Why me?" I asked, my voice cracking.She laughed. "You've got a cock, don't you?"I nodded. "But I don't know anything. I've never done it. I've hardly even touched a girl. Why don't you use a banana or something?"She sighed. "Oh," she said, scratching her head. "OK. I didn't think of that. Google it and then go down and buy some rubbers, some condoms, thin ones,. It was not in the same league of pleasure as one of her probably patented blowjobs, but it did feel pretty fuckin’ great. She backed off and then on and repeated the process one more time. That appeared to give her a green light for her first orgasm of the evening. Her small scream surprised both of us, but orgasms do that to you sometimes, especially when you least expect them. As she just stayed relatively still, relishing the moment and I was enjoying the view of her beautiful round flawless. Staff at the home office knew I hated calling customers to setup meetings. Writing letters and doing scheduling was absolutely the last thing I wanted to do. A couple of times I had procrastinated and my calendar was messed up, I’d missed out on an important appointment. Anyway, I was headed to the next stop and had been driving for more than 6 hours. The hour was late so I grabbed a quick bite from a fast food place before checking into a motel room. I took a shower and prepared to turn in.