Even the glass doors of the main entrance were blacked out so that those walking past couldn’t see in. Hanging over the entrance was a dark blue neo... sign declaring this was the Lost Corner.“You’ll love this place,” John whispered in her ear. “It’s delightfully wicked.”“That doesn’t sound like my kind of place at all,” was Dawn’s guarded response.Walking into the Lost Corner Dawn found it didn’t look like her kind of place either. If a phrase was hateful, crude, or sexual the Lost Corner had it. I said what is the problem, I will massage you. On hearing it, her face became red with shy. She said no, no… no.. Please go away, if my mother-in-law comes , hangama ho jayega. I told her that bhabhi, I am not that kind of guy, I came here clear hearted, If u mind it I am going. She caught my hand, hey Vivek please don’t mind, I am sorry and fine you come after half an hour. I was very happy and went back at home. After half an hour I came at 10.30. To my surprise she was wearing just a lemon. " Ohhh. Ohhh Yes. Yes." she moans softly, Mmmhmm, yes, let me feel it!, and squeezes her ass around my finger. Pulling her hair back, I kiss down her neck, then ease my finger out of her ass and hear her draw in her breath sharply with a pouty Ooohh!, at the sudden loss.Sliding my hand back down over her sopping wet pussy, I interrupt her masturbation, and she responds by squeezing her pussy soaked hand around my cock. Then spreading her juices over my swollen cockhead and hard shaft as I tease. Jacqui plotted up on a bar stool to survey the prospects of finding her quarry. She sipped slowly on a chilled dry martini and looked over the rim of the glass. The sweep of her vision proved to be disappointing, not one of the men fitted her criteria, but she reasoned, the night was still young, there was still a chance perhaps.By the time her second martini was almost consumed when he walked in; a barrel-chested, huge black African, possible six feet two or three. His clothes and jewellery.