." What...? I...." He remembered last night; blearily. Miranda hadapproached him, smiled at him. He'd bought her a martini. She'd boughthim a beer - s...me brand he'd never heard of, with a sour aftertaste.Feminista? It had been girly, but the way she'd sat in his lap whenshe'd drunk it had made it worth his while. The way she'd giggled whenhe wrapped his arms around her, and pushed his fingers slowly down herflat belly, until they brushed across the top of her jeans. He hadaccepted it when she'd. Her lips were smooth and engorged with arousal. Just a hint of her pink inner lips were visible as I lingered there for a moment careful not touch her down there, just to tease her. Then I moved down to her thighs. She sighed in frustration but it turned to pleasure as I worked my way down to her sexy feet. I placed my mouth over the arch of her foot, stimulating the nerve endings with my mouth and tongue. Then I massaged them as I kissed her freshly bathed toes. Her polish was a metallic. I took one step behind without my knowledge. Madhan pressed my buttock so gently with his palm and rub my ass cheeks with his dick. Mukesh was not aware.We reached the basement. Madhan pressed my buttock as a final touch. I turned back, said bye to him with lusty eyes. Mukesh had a handshake with him and said bye. Mukesh and I started walking towards the bike. But my mind and heart were saying to turn back once.After a few steps, I turned back. Madhan gestured that my ass was awesome. I can’t. Physically I call myself cute, some people say I am pretty or even beautiful but I disagree with them, and let's face it; men will say almost anything to get into a girl's pants. I have too many physical flaws to be anything but cute. Naturally, my face has strong Asian features with almond-shaped slanted eyes and black irises; somehow I picked up freckles on my face I hated and did my best to cover with makeup. Standing only five feet two inches tall, I am too short to be anything but cute. .