The club was located in a run down old manufacturing section of the city and housed in a reused old cinder block, flat and square building. An ugly st...ucture by any measure made worse by being covered in garish flashing white lights and tasteless neon depictions of large breasted dancing women. Parking was conveniently provided behind the building so as not to announce the presence of it’s occupants to the world. And the door in the back really served as the main entrance. Inside was. “Is something wrong?” She moved into the kitchen and went to the cupboard and got a bowl. I didn’t answer her right away, but watched her from behind as she grabbed a bowl and sat down beside me.“No nothing is wrong.”She poured some cereal and then looked at me. “So did you enjoy watching me last night?”“Yes I did.” I was so glad I was under the table, because my hardon was out of my boxers and pressing against the underside of the table.“Good. Maybe after breakfast we can use it together.”. I covered myself with a bedsheet and thinking Madhan was kissing on my cunt. I increased the speed of the finger and thinking about Madhan.I thought that me and Madhan at the corner of the seat. He was on his knees and kissing my pussy. I felt awesome with that feeling and fingered it fast.After a few minutes, I realized my finger and cunt was wet. Then I went to the washroom and saw my nightgown was moist. I removed my nightgown and fingered with my two fingers for ten minutes.But still, I was. She spoke fluent English and was extremely good at her job. Anyway sherang recently from Munich and told me she was coming to the London againto work for a few days and wondered if we could meet up socially thistime. She said that she was anxious to see more of London and perhaps seesome stage shows. She'd obviously remembered that I'd offered to take herto the West End last time she was here.I told her that if she liked she could spend some time over the weekendin Kent with me and Liz,.