I hated suspense and I found myself wasting time on wondering what else she wanted from me. Fortunately, I wasn’t left hanging until Saturday night ...o find out what she wanted. I was just about to ring out for a Chinese takeaway when my doorbell rang. It was Isha.I recognised the tall, tanned, dark-haired Indian woman from the Bengal Dynasty immediately. I had seen her a number of times serving drinks, taking telephone orders and payments. I also recognised her from somewhere else. She worked. Then she moved down.Her face brushed against my sweaty shorts, her hands now on my thighs. She rubbed back and forth with her hands; getting higher and higher. Just NOT touching my now fully erect cock. She shuffled back a little, and her long, blonde hair fell across my lap as she started to lightly kiss and nibble my thighs. Higher, and higher. Her tongue darted out, flicking across the purple head of my exposed cock. With one hand she pulled at the waist band of my shorts, tugging them down. More

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