She told, “yeah let’s go around 730pm and come back by 10 pm with others, and let’s have our private dinner again in our room tonight” with a ...ink smile.And she told “don’t disturb when I am having my snacks”, and started to kiss again. I was getting a laugh with her words, but my lips were sealed with hers. Slowly she started to massage my boobs and she put her hands inside my top and started to squeeze them softly and pinching the nipples. I got an electric shock suddenly. I started to kiss. ..I was getting hotter and my cock was thick between the cheeks of my ass and I rubbed my cheeks together caressing the head which was oozing a little juice between my cheeks and then he stopped and I stood there panting my nipples pointing up at the ceiling waiting for what I knew was going to come next! “On your knees bitch!” he softly growled into my ear and I fell to my knees like I was shot good thing we have thick carpet on the rug or I would have had bruises for sure I was looking down. What counted was (other than my over-inflated ego then) what ‘I’ did; it was most of what I’d learned and it’s all simple body language.I very nicely turned so that I was mostly facing him then; wrapped both of my arms around his closest one. He instantly had 80 or 85% of my attention, just like that. We still talked with them but I was Jacks’, my body language told them that. He almost choked as he helped me down off of the bar stool. As we walked away, I turned to them and said, “Excuse us. .Waise toh Divya bahut bholi bhaali malum hoti thi par woh kafi chalak thi……woh ladko ko behla phusla kar unke paise par aish karna janti thi par use pataa nhi tha ki uska pala iss bar gulabo se pada tha…aur idhar udhar ki jyada baatein na karte hue mein sidha Divya ke bare batana cahta hun, uski height 5 ft 5 inch, baal nagin jaise ghungrale, sharer pe kahi adik mass nhi par jahan hona cahiye wahan Bharpur, rang gora, figure 34-30-36, matlab aise bala jisse dekh ke mare murde ka bhi lund khada.