"That's the deal. You won't be sorry. I can guarantee that for sure. I get high marks in sex education."So, we finished up our Monday session and she ...rove me home.Well, I figured, what the hell, at least give it a good try. So, I did the work, wrote up the summaries and had them with me when she picked me up on Wednesday."So, Grant, are you ready?" I think so. I've got it all done. I think you've got me pretty motivated." Hmm, thought I might. Well, we'll see shortly won't we?"As she sat at. "That didn't take me long to process; the inquiry told me that (a) Susan's body was still alive and well and still expected to recover, and (b) she was still unconscious, which explained—well, sort of—her continued presence with me. Reassuring on both counts, to say the least.But I had other fish to fry, and first I needed to get his attention. "Hiawatha," I said clearly. "I was told to say that to you first." It's a sort of password," Susan had told me. "I used it when I phoned him." Why. He placed his lips on the side of my neck and kissed me. “Memsahab, Aap jo kahengi, mein wahi karoonga.”“Aaj mein teri memsahab nahin, tu mera sahab hai. Mujhse aise baat kar jaise mein teri randi hoon.”He removed my blouse and said, “Mein apni pant nahin utaroonga. Tu utar”I removed his pants. His cock was huge and rock solid. I took it into my mouth and started to move my head up and down on his cock. He placed his hands on my neck and started to push me on his cock. Every now and then, he. And then she found herself on the train, little bag packed, heart thumping. She couldn’t keep the grin from her face. The journey passed in a whirl. Arrival in London, taxi to the Dorchester Hotel, checking in (she was sure the concierge knew what she was doing… she felt so guilty) and then in the lift clutching the key to Room 342. The room was wonderful, big bed and a luxurious bathroom. She ran herself a bath and relaxed with the bottle of Chardonay she had ordered and the room service had.