What I saw was a face filled with lust. Heeding all care, I pulled her face towards me, kissed her and thrust my hand into her crotch. I pressed her c...otch with my palm. A soft moan escaped from her throat. God, she was hot, Her panty was wet with her juices. I started rubbing my fingers along her vaginal slit covered with the flimsy fabric of her pantyusha then felt me stroke her inner thigh. My hand caressed breasts. I slipped my hand down caught hold of the hem of skirt and gathered them up. If looks could kill, she would probably send every guy in the room to purgatory. She wore a netted transparent saree of peach colour, perfectly complementing her skin tone.Her hair was curled and flowed just the way I liked it. That blouse, OH MY GOD, tight as fuck and deep as shit. When she walked in on the stage, every guy I bet in the room had a fucking boner, and every girl would’ve got super jealous.I stood up, went to the third row, and sat there gazing at her, ogling like an idiot. She. He stood about 6'2" and was built like a brick wall. More importantly he had the darkest black skin she had ever saw. Ever since she'd been a teenager she'd fantasized about black men, but had never even really talked to one. The 39 year old blonde had grown up in an affluent section of Long Island, and had rarely come in contact with blacks other than the older men who worked in the service industries.She watched as he worked around the pool. His shirtless black skin sun as sweat began to. “Sir please don’t”.“Don’t order me, honey”. He started pinched my belly again. “Sir, what if my husband…” He put his finger on my lips.“You think Subbu could stand up to me? Look honey, since the day I saw you, I have been having wild thoughts about you. You give me sleepless nights. Today be mine and the promotion will be your husbands. What do you say?”I knew I had no time to think, and the only rational thing to do at that point of to do whatever he says, and I was also enjoying it.I looked.