Slowly, he pulls it out, taking a moment to rub it over my clitoris as he does. My skin is so sensitive, the touch of the leather so exotic, I am near...y undone. “Please…” I moan, raising myself on my elbows and turning to look at him. Meeting my gaze, his lips spread into a slow, knowing smile. His eyes never leaving mine, he raises the belt to his lips and licks my wetness off it in slow, sensual strokes of his tongue. With his other hand, he undoes the button on his dress pants and lets them. I was semi pissed off, but when I saw the slight grin on her face I said, "Dee...you heard what Frank asked me. If you want to fuck him it's up to you." She walked over to me. Her nipples were very hard and she looked nervous. She whispered, "I would never do this Peter. It's just a fantasy." Her eyes darted to over where Frank was watching the negotiation.I asked her one question. "Is your cunt wet?" She turned red and nodded her head. That led to the next question. "Are you thinking. .."I left the thought unfinished, but understanding came to her. She nodded her head, looking a little less panicked. "Thanks," she said. She turned to leave, but hesitated, her body revealing her conflicting emotions. Then she kissed me on my cheek. "Thank you," she said in a soft voice, then turned and left. (A few weeks later)I ordered a beer and scanned the crowd, seeing a lot of pretty young girls. Many smiled at me invitingly. I smiled back, but returned my attention to my beer. My head's. Aur main apni prasansa sunkar phoola nahi samatithi.Tabhi thanedaar ki kadakti huyi awaz ne mujhe jaga diya, “Kahan haiuski bibi?” Mujh per nazar padte hi uski aankhein mere jism per giddh kiankhon jaise chipak gayi.Tabhi mujhe ek police wale ne pakad kar khada kar diya aur bola, “Yehihai uski bibi.”Thanedaar mere jism ko taulta huwa bola, “Kahan hai Shyaam?”Maine sahmte huye kaha, “Mujhe nahi maloom. Woh toh subah se bahar gayehuye hai.”“Bata de warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai.” Thanedaar.