Then he was gripping both wrists, guiding her down the passageway from the bathroom, his body pushing her up against the cold brick wall. Darkness clo...ed them in, but still she panicked. Brad has friends here. If he knew… “Whatever that thought is,” he whispered, “let it go. Let your body do what it wants.” So calming. Instantly her body gravitated to his, legs parting, one foot inveigling its way between his. Fuck what anyone thinks. Fuck Brad. Better idea—fuck this guy. “That’s it…” His. It might seem strange that with such strong views on marriage and actual sex that we had no problem with the activities in which we did engage. I mean, like I said, we weren't prudes. We had no problem with a lot of petting, getting naked with each other, and even manual or oral stimulation. I really can't say what it was or why, but somewhere in our natures the two were separated. I could give Tom a blow job, let him eat me out or finger me, and feel no guilt. But the idea of taking that. ”Pravin Sir: It’s ok. No need to say sorry. Don’t take it badly but today you are looking so hot and sexy.I smiled and said, “Thank you, sir.”Pravin Sir went into deep thought while keeping eyes on me. I felt shy and in a bit awkwardness. I said, “Sir, are you ok?”“Yeah, I am fine. So, shall we go now?”“Yes, sir.”“Ok, let’s go to the meeting.”He took me in his car. We went to the meeting which was arranged in a five-star hotel. Sir booked a room where we could talk to the clients. We entered. The naughtiness of it all turned me on so much and I just wanted it to be naughtier. I bent forward and took the head of Max's cock in my mouth. "Shit Lola!" he yelped as my lips engulfed him. He squirmed and spasmed as my mouth moved down his shaft. His hands found my breasts and roughly pulled them free of the confines of my bra and dress. As I sucked Max's cock, I could hear the breathing of the taxi driver becoming ragged. I knew he was about to cum and wanted to make sure he wasn't the.