.. dragons and fireworks ... brilliant enamels and gold foil ... expressive silks adorn wives and concubines. The understated magnificence of Ming mus... be seen to understand.Mr. Kwan impressed me ... the maître d’hôtel seated ... yes seated like a king or potentate ready to bless or curse the supplicants ... those peasants waiting to be noticed. Seated behind a massive walnut desk, he terrified rich men hoping to be seated without reservation.The maître d’hôtel terrified me. He had the MOM look. We all met in Goa in the evening and had some talk for 2 hours by the time it was 7 pm Sanjay got the drinks and Peter got the food for us. Nair was company me, actally Nairs hands were running on me when we both were talking. I was in my shorts and t shirt and Nair was only in his shorts and his big dick was bulging over his shorts. I made my self sit in such a way that my breast over my t shirt was rubbing his chest. Also my ears were close to his lips so that I feel his hot air from his nose. I needed a signature, so went up the steps to ring the bell.Through the glass top of the screen door, I could see she was lying on a lounge chair. Her knees were up, one crossed, with a big book propped against her thighs. Her crotch seam was split, and I could see little ginger curls peeking out . She was a natural redhead. Nice perk for the end of the week, so I took a long look before I knocked.As she came to the door, sunlight from the window outlined her figure through the light t-shirt.. L then began to gently rub my wet lips before slowy pushing 1 then 2 fingers inside my throbbing pussy tunnel until they reached my 'g' spot. rythmically started to rub my spot with the ends of my fingers whislt l massaged my swollen bud with my thumb. The tension l had been feeling to begin with disapeared and l could feel the lovely tingerling sensations running up the inside of my pussy wall focusing around my 'g' spot. l had to stop 4 or 5 times as people passed, but didn't take out my hand.