I looked into her eyes… Lying on top of her… Enu helu.. Mathe, mathe… Enu illa… She blushed.. Idakinta olle chance and time sigala, tell me, I...��m here for u anta helde….She blushed again and pulled me closer and whispered… Lick me down there, saw her opening my eyes wide open.. And asked u sure just by shaking my head and she shook her head even more happily. Moved down… Loosened her saree which was around her sonta pulled out saree and kept aside. She was wearing a 3/4th.. Slowly pulled it. I hadguessed correctly, Steve soon lost interest.As soon as my mouth was out of danger's way, I lit into Steve. "Youpromised me no kissing!" I hollered."Give me a break Jenni! Do you think I flew all this way for 'nokissing?' Or for just kissing? Now stop acting so coy!"I stood up and jumped away. "Steve," I began, barely able to keep myvoice feminine "I'm going to drive you to your hotel now. You'll forgiveme if I ask you to take a cab to the airport tomorrow."Steve glared at me. "Forget it,. " I said. "I won't need anybody to hold your arms while I beat the crap out of you."She swung the knife at me. But like a true amateur she swung her whole body instead of just her arm. That left a big opening that I took advantage of. I had stepped back out of the knife swing then I stepped ahead and delivered a soccer styled kick to her abdomen using the side of my foot instead of the point of the foot. The difference being the point would have had enough of an impact to rupture internal. Maybe a grimace. "Maybe you think it'd be pretty funny if you got fucked," she said. Before I knew what was going on, she undid her belt buckle with one hand while hoisting one of my legs over her shoulder, pulling me to the edge of the massage table, with the other. She let her jeans drop to the floor in a clatter, hooked her boxer briefs with a thumb and yanked those down to reveal a large, flesh-colored strap-on cock. The sight would have been more disconcerting on a less-masculine woman. As.