.."Fuck this, I'm going home. Damn trains, they're so fucked up." John took one last look at the screen displaying train times - all delayed - and tur...ed back down the main road towards home. He glanced around at the empty roads; he'd never seen this neighbourhood so deserted, usually he came home at 'rush-hour' with everyone else. It was so quiet too. If he crept in the back door he could get to his room without being noticed, and maybe get a few more hours sleep before his moms realised he. "Fuck, you're wet, beautifully wet."Sinking to his knees, he buried his head between her thighs.She gasped at the first lick. Wow! Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined his tongue would feel so good. His oral skills were second to none and, with her thighs clamping his face, lace stocking tops tickling his cheeks, shivers raced through her. Then he rubbed her clit at the same time… Ooh... all her birthdays came at once.The boss and the secretary – it does work. On her back, thighs. I reach out my other hand to her and she grasps it with one hand while her other hand starts softly stroking Shanana's leg. Liya is doing the same thing on this side. Both are touching her softly. Liya reaches out and plays with Dana's left breast while her small hand works it way under Shanana's skirt. Her legs part to allow Liya access. Her moaning is becoming more pronounced. Dana moves closer to Shanana's head and in a sweeping motion removed her own top. Her gorgeous breasts swing free. To cut it short, I raised the subject very casually over dinner that night, acting as if I couldn’t have cared less and that of course Zeenat could not do it. I soon had her all eager and excited. The only apprehension on her part was for being recognized but that was soon removed when I told her that the brochure would only be seen by an exclusive lot. The next day I was talking to Tim (short for Timore, the photographer) on the number given by Ejaz. Tim said first I should talk to Mrs. Ansari.