When I woke up it was 3.30pm. It was a hot summer. Very few people were on road. I heard my wife talking with someone in the drawing room. I peeped th...ough the screen and found that it was a Nepali sales man came to sale some sari. After few minutes my wife came inside the bed room and asked me should she buy one or two. But I was in a different world. I asked how about being fucked by this boy. My wife was a little bit shocked to hear a question like that? She just thought for a few seconds. 'Show me something', he asked and I looked around at the desolation around me, making sure we were still alone.I opened the door and framed myself in it, then reaching down I pulled to hem higher up my thighs, until the cold air swirled around my nude flesh above my heavy woollen stockings, revealing my thigh gap and the luminescent triangle of my thong covering my cunny, which I started to pull down with my free hand until they fell to my ankles.I bent rather ungracefully and threw then to him. It would only hurt your career.” “I don’t care.” “Yes you do my love.” He pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes. Water ran down his face and dripped off his nose and lips. “You do love me don’t you?” “You know that I do.” “Say it,” he instructed. “I love you.” He kissed her desperately. “No one will ever love you the way that I love you, never make you feel the way that I do,” he said into her lips as if it would breathe life back into what was dying. “I know.” “I love. I was dressed and ready by 17:00, and when I heard the door, I struck a pose, standing in the doorway to the bedroom, one hand held up high on the door frame, the other hand on my hip in an exaggerated glamour pose I might have seen in a fashion magazine. I gave Ivan a sultry look as he walked into the suite.I knew I had succeeded when he saw me and stopped dead. “Well, fuck…me! You look amazing, Katja! Those clothing store ladies certainly did you justice!”He dropped his briefcase, stripped.