It was not so much a conversation as a one sided dialog. It ended with her walking back to her table and sitting next to her Nordic god.Ok, I was so f...cking cool; I just ignored her and went back to talking to my group. How is that for cool?Damn it just keeps getting better and better especially as she walks back to 'talk," again.She is five foot seven and in heels she does not even come close to her "date", the man god, Thor. I am five foot nine and she is taller than me in heels, so I don't. Not only that, he was a gentleman. He seemed so out of place in this business, yet he fit like a fine leather glove when it came to doing his job. Unobtrusive, polite, discreet, sensitive ... all the attributes of a professional. A real man as I defined it. Was he shy or overly cautious? That was the question I wanted an answer to.His calls came just like clockwork, twelve-thirty on the dot. We would talk about business briefly, but most of the time he told me about what he was doing on the. "Belle stammered and blushed, and Gaston took a long step toward her. She took a step back, though every inch of her wanted to step forward. He backed her up against a wall, the cold stone pressing against her damp back. He reached a hand up to her hair, and brushed a lock out of her face.Belle was panicking. Her body simply wasn't responding the way she wanted it to. She knew she should tell him to leave, that she was not his for the taking ... but her body believed exactly the opposite. She. She was ok in a while. I slowly inserted my dick in her ass and this time without condoms and rammed her ass. She was in pain at first. But later she started moaning and saying baby don’t stop tear my ass to pieces and fill me with cum and I did just the same.I filled her ass with cum and then we set off to Trivandrum. In the morning we spent some time in the Varkala beach and then we set off to the resort. I fell asleep. When I woke up she was having about to go for a bath. She was applying.