She said “no”. So I asked her to come on Sunday so that I have to prepare some statements for filing income tax. She agreed.On Sunday morning, I h...d a good shave of my pubic hair. I trimmed the upper portion and applied some shaving cream on my balls (I have thick hair on my balls too) and shaved it cleanly. I put a white color kurtha which reached down to my thighs and a blue color jeans. By 10am I reached the cafe and opened it, put on the a/c in maximum and waited for her. By 10.20am she. ”“What about through here?” Tempest asked, pointing towards the passageway and bar that the Beholder had come from.“That’s a staff resting area,” the Beholder said. “But obviously we should have put it somewhere else to actually get some rest.”“And there’s no other way to the VIP lounge?” Vennoa asked.“Well, the staff area has a backdoor to the VIP lounge, but it’s hardly a secret or anything. It’s just down that way,” the Beholder answered, pointing towards the bar.“Can you let us in that. He gestured to a nearby booth and we sat down. A waiter came by with aglass of scotch and a glass of what looked like white wine. He took a sipand gestured for me to drink. I was a bit apprehensive as I looked at theglass offered to me."I assure you the wine has not been drugged in any way," he replied.I still was scared to drink. So he took the glass of wine and sipped ithimself and I watched him for a few minutes and he was telling the truthnothing happened to him. He placed it back down and. She felt a sudden, perverse urge to taste it, her heart quickening as she dragged her tongue across the rubbery flesh. She scooped up a clump of the emission and rolled it over her tongue, sour, but not unpleasantly so. Something about the taboo of it was thrilling, her heart quickening as she traced the bulge of his head.She felt him twitch, enjoying the sensation of her tongue as it teased his sensitive glans, the copious mass of gelatinous emission falling over her hands and leaking into her.