“Someone who can translate for him in the meetings when necessary.” Sugihara picked up another contract off the glass covered steel desk. The shor... husky Japanese executive pushed the intercom button on his desk phone. Sugihara’s huge modern steel and glass desk was positioned front and centre of the panoramic view over Tokyo Bay. The entire effect was like a photo from an “Architectural Digest” spread. “Risa-san can you come in and get the Mitsui contract please.” David turned his eyes back. During it, Rachel tugged on my cock and I felt the tip engage with her slot. I pushed and my prick began to slither inside her. She was totally wet, and my prick had been oozing precum ever since I'd laid on her, so the old metaphor of a hot knife going through butter seemed appropriate. She began to wriggle her hips and hump up at me to force my prick further into her secret recess. Muscles in her vagina squeezed my shaft, and seemed to suck it further into her.At last I felt the helmet tap. (I purposely said this as my bhai had already left and I wanted to see her reaction)Soma bhabhi: Oh ok.Well, I didn’t know what to understand from her reply. So I just decided to play along.Soma bhabhi: Can we have some shots? There is a shack just there.I agreed and we both went there. As soon as we reached, the guy managing the shack was checking her out. Her nipples were erect and poking at her shirt. I knew what the guy was going through because I certainly was experiencing the same thing. Horns of plenty filled with gourds, acorns, pine cones, and dried seeds lay everywhere. Ears of corn, ready to be shucked, dotted various spots around the place. As I feasted on the hardy stews and fresh vegetables, my thoughts were busy. Where was the Green Man? Would he accept my offering? I grew more anxious, as the light started to leave the sky. Although my mind was fuzzy from all the wine, and my body still ached with need, I felt balanced. The night grew darker, until the only light.