I was described alternately as both an advertising genius and a ruthless business man. It talked about the award last night, some of the highlights of...my career and all of my failures and setbacks. Then it talked about last night's fiasco.A second article had the banner headline, "Who is Billie Jean?" I didn't read more than the first two lines of that one before I discovered that Billie Jean was talking to everyone she could. She was scheduled to appear on television, radio and many more. " Ooh, yes please darling," she giggled. "Your dad would never do that for me." Bloody hell mum," I found it hard to believe what she told me. "I'd love it." In that case darling, we'll do it tomorrow, and we'll do it downstairs." Downstairs, mum why?" We'll film it for the site, I need to do an update very soon, but you'll have to keep your back to the camera."Then she giggled and added. "Besides, my stockings would get wet in the bath."A vision of mum naked except for stockings flashed into. I will be waiting at Wayanad’s Arabica Cafe at 6 pm this Sunday. If you come, we could talk it out, otherwise, I will take your absence for an answer. :’)Yours sincerely,Kashish”***Chapter 2: Wayanad’s WashroomWayanad’s Arabica was one of those places in Bangalore that was a hotspot for lovebirds who used to have their hour-long trysts in the cubicles of its basements. Perhaps, being in love teaches us a thing or two about respecting people’s privacy.Wayanad was one such place. I arrived there. He has on multiple layers to stay warm while working out in the snow all day.Me: Hmmm I’ve missed you so much. Him: I’ve missed you too.Me: Baby???Him: Yes baby.Me: I need you. I want you. Please come here and let me help you get them clothes off.He slowly walks towards me and the couch. I am still rubbing my dripping wet pussy. Spreading my lips open so he can see all my wetness. I slowly stick a finger in my pussy and my finger is instantly surrounded by wetness. It almost feels as if I have.