Without reacting, she hurriedly reached and collected tea and sugar bottles. When Ijaz brought her down, she turned slightly to face Ijaz and looked i...to his eyes like a goat looks into the eyes of a tiger, when it gets trapped into Tiger’s paws. I could not see her eyes clearly but could well imagine how she must have mated her eyes with Ijaz’s for those few moments.Mumtaz turned and hurriedly began making tea; as Ijaz withdrew and walked back to the sitting room. There was complete silence in. She wore very little makeup, which gave her face a much better overall appeal than it had earlier. I still chuckled to myself at the barbed wire tattoos on her wrists; this to me screamed Spoiled Brad. She had a bag with her which I thought at this point was what Kavita had called Surita for, maybe even for a ride home if I were lucky. We all 3 headed to the Breakfast Nook for coffee. The TV in the Living Room was blaring a televangelist sermon in the background as we walked past, he was. She istrying to move her head away. But she is torn between her fear and her lust.She knows she wants to be fucked more than anything, she just doesn't wantme to know. A funny thing, but that makes her a lady she is. But I know. Ican smell her. Now, she is blindfolded and I turn her around so that she kneels on the sofa,her legs apart, her head resting on the pillow. She is open, wet and helpless,she is ready to be taken and fucked as I please. Her pussy is so hot. I takeanother bottle of wine. "Sure do," I replied, "something new all the time." "I have to keep you interested and wanting to come back. I really didn't think I would enjoy it this much, but you make me re-live past times," she offered. I reluctantly withdrew from my temporary paradise as she told me to clean up with the sheet...she also wiped between her legs with the sheet too. I put on my briefs and t-shirt and sat back down beside her now covered up with the housecoat. "A" put her head on my shoulder and thanked.