As I ate, each of these groups paid their bill and left. As I had guessed, it was just me in the restaurant by 11 p.m. as I sipped an after dinner com...limentary brandy, the sitar music dreamily accompanying me. I asked for the bill and the handsome young waiter obliged. I paid by credit card but gave him a cash tip. I knew most Indian restaurant owners kept half of the tips that were included on bills paid by credit card. He smiled appreciatively, saying "Thank you sir". I told him I had been. I wanted a little more so I grabbed his ass through his jeans. He then started to take off my clothes and I let him strip me right there in the lobby of his store.”I reached up and slid her top off her shoulders. Then I had her stand as I undid her skirt and pulled it down and off. I pulled her back into my lap. She did manage to drop her hand right onto my cock as she sat.“He took my hand and spun me around, checking out my body. He said that the last time he saw me naked it was dark out so he. My hand found its way to her beautiful ass, and I began to rub and squeeze it. It was soft, and I despertly wanted to take her jeans off. "Get on my lap." I said bluntly. She stopped sucking and did as she was told, sitting with her legs spread infront of my dick. I removed her shirt, and began fondelling her perfect breast in both my hands. "You're beautiful." I said as I continued to rub her massive tits. Shannon bite her lower lip, wanting more. She reached behind her back and unhitched. Right behind the big house is a tiny little house for slaves and then servants. That is a part of our family’s bond. My house is the only other historic home in our section of town. He loved my house because it is as old as his house. In some way it was connected to the plantation that revolved around both houses. His dad is a strawberry farmer. It was quite normal for our two fathers to discuss how the berries were coming along. My dad and I were not very close. He was not a loving.