Oh wow! What a feeling. The first time I lay my hand on the boobs. It felt really awesome. I immediately wanted to see them.I stopped the smooching. I...slowly took off the palloo of her saree and saw that beautiful cleavage. I started to unhook her blouse and she helped me with it. Hook by hook, the beauty of her breasts was increasing.When all the hooks were loose, I opened her blouse and removed it. She was wearing a magenta color bra. Her cleavage was very visible and the wheatish-brown color. ”“Thank you treasure,”“You keep using different terms of endearment, may I ask why,”“I’m trying to find one that you react to in a positive way, so far nothing has worked.”“The word that got me almost smiling is not really appropriate.”“Stop being so secretive, if it’s that bad we can save it for private use.” “Flower. When we were talking about depression earlier, you said I was a flower for you,”“Could you handle being called ‘Flower’.”“By you? Yes of course, I know the context. It will make. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, it was intoxicating, a womanly scent filled with musk and sandalwood and the promise of passion, Dominic loved it. Briefly, he remembered purchasing it on their last trip to Paris together, the thought of that trip and the sex that they had shared while there excited him even more. Sophie bent down and as she lent forward, he could clearly see the firm roundness of her breasts and the dark pink of the areola that were in stark contrast to the ivory. Follow me." Completing the transactionShe leads the way, and I follow. Her delectable ass sways under her short, tight skirt. She's the Pied Piper, and I'm a mouse. We walk past a small manufacturing shop, a deserted warehouse, and into an alley. At this hour on a Sunday afternoon, we'll be out of sight here. Still, the danger and thrill of getting caught is there.She turns to face me, sizing me up. I size her up too: Does she wonder if I'll mistreat her? Am I her first trick of the evening?.