Aur tum Amit, chalo meri tab tak thodi seva karo.Payal uth khadi hui aur nange hi kitchen ko chal padi. Main Shradha ko dekh sochne laga ki isne abhi ...utter kyu mangaya, kahi ye butter lagake to…?Tabhi Shradha mujhe tokti hui boli: Hello! Kya dekh rahe ho, lick my ass idiot.Main: Haan theek hai pahle chataayi aur fir chudaayi.Main uske peeche ja baitha aur jhuk kar Shradha ki gaand chatne laga, Shradha ko yakeenan mujhse apni gaand chatwaane mein kaafi maza aati thi.2 minute hue honge ki Payal. “First, this has nothing to do with him and me. I don’t want to hurt him or cause any problems between us. This has to be our little secret. Okay?” she asked. “Sure,” I agreed, although at that point I would have agreed to just about anything. “Second, you shouldn’t hang around all day waiting for me. Go out and meet girls. Again, this should not interfere with our outside relationships. It has to be our secret.” “Sounds okay with me,” I responded. “Third, if you like these apartments, let’s go. "The "something" I had in mind was my cunt tightly wrapped around his young fat cock. He tried to say no, but I insisted and gave him my address on a scrap of paper. The next day really dragged as I waited for school to finish and to get my hands on his teenage dick. I was so sure I'd got his interest, I'd made a few arrangements already. I'd also bought myself a vibrator and a few other sex aids from a catalogue. The vibrator was in frequent use that day as I tried to quench my constant thirst. The walls covered in ornate mahogany paneling surrounded twenty or more tables; each with four to six chairs. Along one wall was an antique looking bar, well stocked with dozens of bottles of what appeared to be expensive liquor. One end of the room had a bandstand and a dance floor while the other had a runway for exotic dancers with three stripper poles. But the wall opposite of the bar had a long mural that appeared to be hand painted, the erotic scene depicting ancient Greece with nude.