They both ran for their clothes and shot off.I have no idea why he left me to last, but I was totally fascinated by his cock and the spunk it produced...each time.When it came to my turn, he told me to kneel beside him while he played with his cock and balls. I couldn't stop looking as his cock rose up again, a great thick pole. Then he told me to wank him. I remember clearly that I wanted to grab that cock. It felt great and I couldn't stop looking as his big purple 'bell-end' came out of his. ”He was very cordial and asking my personal questions, which he never asked before. In short, he took my all history in 10 min – I lost my father & mother early age & my father’s brother (& wife) brought me up….. All that bla bla made me sorrowful and remembering my parents, tears started rolling down my cheeks.All of sudden, he came and sat next to me and wiped my tears. I was shocked!! But he started consoling me that he will help me to grow in the company, etc.I don’t know, the whether the. “They told me.”“It’s no good, is it? I mean, to worry about someone so much. I wish I never met you that day on Hollywood Boulevard.”He pulled her back down onto the couch. She turned and cuddled against him; He felt her tit and left his hand there. “Do you really want to know the truth?” he asked.“Not if you don’t want me to. I have no right to ask. I don’t want to be falling in love with you, but .I am. I know it complicates. ’ I’m Indian and have a mixed accent but I’ve never had anyone mock me before. ‘Excuse me?’ I glared at him and he must’ve realised he’d offended me. ‘Your accent is just soooo different. It’s so…’ Eyebrows knitted I fixed my glare upon him, ‘so… what?’ ‘Well, it’s so,’ he lowered his gaze almost like he was caressing every inch of my body with his eyes, ‘…sexy.’ I raised my glass to take another quick sip and found it empty. I wasn’t sure how many glasses I’d gone through already but I was.