The feeling grew intense, as Leila felt her body shift; his grip grew stronger into her skin when he repeated, “Who do you serve?” She didn’t me...n to ignore her master. Leila was lost in her moment of pleasure when she felt his movements. The way he touched her and pressed his fingers into her skin; how she relished his dominating movements – skin slapping on skin. She needed to focus and answer his questions. “I serve you, Master.” She did her best to hide her enjoyment, but she managed to. Her full name was Anjali Patel. I came to know she was settled in Bangalore as her husband was recently transferred from Surat to here.Her husband was in a lucrative Government job which explained her lifestyle. I introduced myself. She was quite impressed by my qualifications and attitude. The other lady with her was her sister and as guessed they were attending a marriage in Hyderabad.Our general conversation continued. It was around 8 pm and the lights were dimmed but not fully. I could see. My eyes closed, enjoying it. It subsides and I'm back to reality and wonder why John's hand is no longer on my tit. I open my eyes again to see him standing next to me. Cock fully erect stroking himself. He's trying to move in to put it in my mouth when Paul starts climbing up on me wanting to fuck. He's pulling my suit aside trying to stick his cock in me. Poor John gets pushed away. I push Paul's head to the side and can now take John in my mouth. He is leaning over me. Hands on the rail,. The man standing on the stoop was rather unremarkable, average in height, waistline no longer boyish, nose a bit broad and sandy hair beginning to recede. But when their eyes met both gasped slightly, he from instant recognition and her from awareness that she should know this person, yet a name and the context of knowing him were elusive.“Maria? Maria Canales?” he asked, his eyes lighting up and a smile appearing in immediate reaction.No one had called Maria by her maiden name in years which.