“Sorry, I just wanted to mention something privately. Anyway, Amelia, you have a very pretty name.”Amelia gripped her hand firmly but giggled. “...hank you, but that’s funny. Actually Amelia means ‘beautiful’ in Arabic...”“Oh my, that is funny,” Denise interjected.“Yes, in Indonesia we take names from Arabic, Sanscrit, Javanese, and some other native languages,” Janet added.Amelia leaned over to Denise and whispered, “Thank you, that was amazing, how you know how I feel, and yes, let’s talk. ..I don't want you to regret anything...if you aren't comfortable and you want me to leave, I'll go right now." Please...Stay..."We took a moment of silence and looked at each other and I mean really looked at each other. I loved him. I swear my feelings became sober and in that instance, I knew was in love, I was in love, I was so in love, I was sure of it. Even though I had just met him, all the cliché songs and all those cliché love stories became clear. I felt like I already knew him, like. I just held still there for a moment, gently using my tongue on the underside of his cock, feeling it grow harder in my mouth, and pushing my face back from his body. It tasted fantastic. It was clean with just a bit of man-taste to him: a kind of musky taste. It completely turned me on, and I started working harder on him.By this time, my nervousness was forgotten and my hands left my sides and reached up to grip his smooth ass cheeks. I dug my fingers into his ass crack using the leverage to. All staff however wore sensible shoes. The work was undeniably tiring and long. Her work began just after eleven in the evening and continued to between six and seven in the morning. The hours were not kind to Innocence. She went to bed at the same time as most people were waking up, fortunately sufficiently exhausted not to be disturbed by the sun penetrating through the thin curtains to her bedsit or by the roar of the city traffic. She would wake up late in the afternoon and prepare.