..“Have you had enough Heather?”“Hmmmm; yes sir”. “Oh. I don’t think so. How naughty did you say you were again?”“Very naughty sir”... “Really? I thought you said very, very naughty”. I started rubbing the red marks I had left on her bum again and she took a deep breath. I drew my hand back as she looked up and she bolted back down again. I gently fanned cool air and started rubbing again. “So was it very naughty or very, very naughty Heather?” I asked still rubbing her bum. “Very, very naughty. ‘The usual, Emily,’ the guy behind the counter asked. ‘Yeah thanks Frank,’ Emily said. She slid the money across the counter at him and then took her ice mocha. ‘Strange seeing you here tonight. This is not your usual night. What brings you to my neck of the woods?’ ‘Just thought I would stop by and enjoy the music,’ Emily said. She took a long sip of the ice cold beverage. ‘How is the writing going?’ ‘ I’m actually thinking of quitting,’ Emily said. ‘Why? You are a really good writer. Why. Time travel isn't possible. Our best scientists have confirmed this. I demand that you stop this farce or I will be forced to report you to the Supreme Ruling Body. I have a commission as an astronomer to study deep space. I was tested as a child and found that I had an aptitude for space study. I traveled to my space station for 25 years to prepare for my mission. I am not about to lose my commission and my life's preparation over some joke that you and your friends have pulled. I don't know. I thought her husband (a drunk) was not doing this to her as she was moaning ahhhhmmhhh…….. badly on my each kiss. In the process I simply opened her salwar and inserted my hand in as usual. She was totally clean down there and I massaged rose petals of her pussy. As soon as I rubbed my finger on her ‘G’ point, she gone mad and pressed me against her boobs. Now our old game of finger fucking start again.She screamed ohhhhhhh…….Rajjjjj…… nooohhhhhhh…..I grabbed her boobs from inside of her.