Often guys would buy her drinks, she’d flash them a seductive smile and dance for a short while before moving on, drink in hand. What caught her off...guard was when a short blonde with a beautiful smile approached her, having purchased a second cocktail. Most guys bought her a beer or cider if they were slightly more thoughtful, but this cocktail was one of her favourites and the best one the club offered. The blonde was wearing a short dress far more scandalous than Lydia thought she could dare. Suddenly the gentleness that he had used throughout the entire massage was gone. He drove into me hard enough to shake the table. I covered my mouth. I didn't want anyone coming to see what the moans were all about. He pulled out and got up on the table with me and took the pillow I was using and put it under my stomach as he turned me over. I was confused at first. Then when he slammed into me again, it was clear that this position allowed him to go deeper. The way he moved in the table and. ‘I’m Caydence… A friend of Julian’s… Is he here?’ She asked, wondering what relation he had to her boyfriend. ‘Yes!’ He giggled. He ran off to return in Julian’s arms, his arms wound around his neck. Her hear turned into a puddle of mush. ‘Caydence! You’re here! But… When… How?!’ He was delighted to see the love of his life here, he kissed her deeply, forgetting that they were in the presence of young eyes. ‘Eww!’ Squeaked the little boy who went by the name of Jean-Baptiste. ‘Oh be quiet.’. "But you are muslim, this is not right", she said. I explained her how hindu/sikh women have been bearing k**s from muslim men for centuries. (If you don't know what I am talking about, read India's history. They were ruled by Arabs/Afghans for more than 3 centuries and muslim men fucking and r****g indian women was very common.)I put my lips on hers and we starting making out. Things got hot and in a few minutes we were fucking passionately. Ultimately I came inside her. We started meeting.