”Have your parents left?” she asked me just as I said “Hello.”Yes. I am coming over to your house in next 5 minutes” I replied.”No”, “...y maid is due to come any moment so you better wait for my call” she replied adding “We will have breakfast together, I don’t want a hungry lover.”With nothing much to do I eagerly waited for Arti Bhabi’s call. She called up after about an hour asking me to come up, giving me her usual instructions of taking care & ensuring that no body was watching me.I closed. Finally, she arrived before me: petite, stunningly beautiful and still looking remarkably composed. Across her bared breasts was a necklace of gold-mounted gemstones. Her dark brown areolas were studded with tiny pear-shaped pieces of amethyst, enhancing her beautiful nipples. A jewel-encrusted gold headpiece ran across her forehead, with slender gold wires, threaded with lapis lazuli beads, hanging on each side and touching her ear lobes.She bent forward and slowly took my erect penis into her. This felt awkward but also very hot. I loved how my tits felt hanging off the edge of the ottoman. He then straddled the ottoman and me and slowly pushed his cock into my asshole. When he got about half way in he laid more over me and put his hands on the floor. He was straddling me with his left hand down my left shoulder and his right hand down my right shoulder. Now I must say at this point that a tall ottoman or bed would not work here as the man must be able to reach the floor. Once he was. After I had climbed the three flights of stairs, I found that no one would answer the bell. After ringing the entrance bell a few times I game up and went back down. At the bottom there was an older Japanese guy who in broken English told me that place was closed. He told me that there was a massage place down the street, but I couldn’t see the local sign they have for massages. After a bit he motioned me to follow him to this door with a blue sign. It did have some Japanese writing the numbers.