Jeet wanted Savita to work with him taking care of his restaurants all over the world, traveling in his personal Jet.Savita found it hard to believe t...ll Jeet invited her into his private jet. Savita followed Jeet holding his hand like they were a recently married couple, to his private jet. She clenched his hand as they climbed the stairs.Savita leaned towards Jeet’s shoulder when they sat down at the extremely posh couches inside the jet. Jeet took this opportunity to kiss Savita on her neck.. A delicate moan escapes her lips causing me to squeeze the peach a little too hard. My index slips through the stem right down to the pit, spraying all over. My breath catches as I feel the cold juice from the fruit land on my stomach. “It’s okay baby, I hear it happens sometimes, don’t be embarrassed.” “I couldn’t help it…“ I lean towards her on my elbow, my hair brushing against her. “I’ll make up for it.” I flick the tip of my tongue over a small drop on her inner thigh. “Yea?”“Yea.”Lifting. It was, perhaps, just possible that she was deaf, but when he murmured, "No more," very quietly she stopped at once. She certainly could not be one of those who would ruin the 'kill' or she would not be on offer tonight.'No, ' he decided, 'The Emir isn't refusing politely; he is merely leaving it to my judgement. Maybe she's too simple minded to be taught much, but I doubt it; the stupid ones do not have clear eyes like that.'Motioning the girl to resume her tonguing of his now drooping tool,. In art class in school, she always seemed to draw angels, her art teachers presumed it was to do with her mother passing at a young age. It was actually because her guardian angel was forever present. He always sat at her side, giving her warmth and encouragement.--------------------------------------It was the night before her eighteenth birthday. She sat on her bed wearing a red bra and panty set; sitting beside her, as usual, was her Guardian angel. She smiled at him and took off her bra,.