“‘Ave you read zat letter yet?”“And hello to you too. No! I haven’t”Brigitte let out a sigh of frustration, stepped back into the bedroom,...picked up the letter and knife from the table and came back into the bathroom. She slit the seal open and unfolded page and handed it to him.She sat on the edge of the bath.“Read!”“But, but, a lady shouldn’t be in a gentleman’s bathroom.”“You ‘ave nozzing I ‘ave not seen before.”“But you said...”“Yes, but ‘aving seen zings does not mean I ‘ave used zem.. As she and her date sat across from each other, there became a natural pause in conversation and his eyes played against hers with promising tension. Smiling, she leaned across the table and set down her wine glass.“So,” she said, “would you like to go back to your apartment and masturbate with me?”Dark enveloped them inside his apartment and cushioned their fall, sinking down onto the sofa, their mouths meeting, inseparable. The windows, decoration, paintings, furnishings and surroundings. "Suck my clit," she said, gasping, and pulling my face away for a minute I saw her large pink button staring me in the face. I was only too happy to do what she said, and while I was sucking I put first one, then two fingers deep in her pussy. "Get your whole hand in there!" she said. I didn't know that was possible, but she was SO wet and so stretchy that before long my hand was buried halfway. "Keep sucking my clit, and move your hand around," she exclaimed. I did, and in another couple. Then made her hair fully wet and poured lot of shampoo on her hair and washed her hair nicely and then again poured water and took a towel and wiped her hair to semi wet and I enjoyed washing her hair. She said that at the age of 6 her mother washed her hair after that now I only washed her hair and she hugged me tightly. I too hugged her and she din leave me itself and I slowly left my fingers between her legs suddenly she stopped me and smiled at me and said to cut her hair. I made her to sit.