I had no idea where we were going or what was awaiting me. I was anticipating a new location and another dog, though he never indicated so. I started asking Swapnil questions about our destination, but he interrupted me. He punched some button on the dash and I heard the ringing of a phone on speaker. When it was answered on the other end, I was to hear the voice of the man for the first time. Swapnil said, “Sir, I have Mrs. Sinha in the car as directed. We are heading east for the Western Expressway now.” “Thank you, Swapnil. Deepti, sex my name is Venkat Iyer. I have decided it might help you feel more secure if you know more about me than I know about you. I have a number of businesses in the Mumbai area and you are headed to a remote part of one of those properties with Swapnil. I am actually semi-retired, which has allowed me the time to be so interactive with you. I am 62-years-old and widowed, I may have mentioned that already.” There was a pause and some muffled conversation in the background as though he was having a separate conversation. “Sorry, dear. I needed to take care of something there that Swapnil would normally have handled. Now, you have my tamil full attention. I wish I was there with you, but hopefully, that will be possible in the near future. How are you feeling about this, Deepti? Do you have the mask on?” “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” “Not at all, dear. My desire to help you experience what you crave. I think that is an interesting word, don’t you dear? Crave. It says a lot, doesn’t it? Isn’t that the way you feel about the things you are doing?” “Yes, Sir, crave is a very good word for it. Sir, may I ask where we are headed?” “Yes, but I am afraid it won’t mean anything to you. Suffice it to say, the indian location is remote, isolate, but visible. I know that sounds contradictory, but it is true and it is important for the experience I have planned for you. Will you trust me, Deepti?” “Yes, Sir.” It was even a little surprising to me that I never hesitated in the answer. “Excellent. Swapnil, does she appear dressed per my instructions?” “Yes, Sir. She is wearing a saree.” “Excellent. Swapnil, call me back when you hardfucking enter the Western Expressway.” Then, he was gone. I didn’t get quite as much information homemade as I was hoping for. We all watched her ass as she left the room. “I love cumming on his dick.” I’ll have to give you a sweatshirt, but you are going to be so hot in this weather.” Hank heard the teacher say. It was too tight and clearly showed her clipped nipples. Her mother.. I grinned as I settled atop my girlfriend. Roberta resolved to stop self-medicating. While I wanted to just pound away but I knew that after being horny all day I had to go slow otherwise it would all be over in a matter of strokes... like two strokes. The remaining two stops in the mall were just a blur as Lissa completed her shopping. Her reaction could only be described as adorable. I battled with the plush bed, struggling to sex hoist myself out so that I could march down to the parlor and… and do what, exactly? I extend my tongue to probe the outside of her vagina and I experience the tangy taste of her homemade vagina right at the source. But what I would do is be honest. Then walked away. None of them well though. Do you not realize how far I have come in life? We were sitting in the lounge having a few drinks and I was on the sofa, the sofa that started it all, and as tamil she came hardfucking back from the kitchen I grabbed her hand and pulled her down next to me. She was wearing the thin blue dress she had worn during the week and was naked under indian it, as my wandering hands quickly found out. OMG it was soo intense. Okay, number one, you’re up.” If you think she still owes your firm money, feel free to send me the bill.