I laughed at the comment. He said, ‘I haven’t seen you here before geetha madam…”. I said ‘my friend deepa directed me here’. He said… �...��Oh Mrs. Deepa, she is one of our special customers. I am glad ‘. And ‘winked’ at me meaningfully. Okay, what style do you want the blouse to be?’ I looked at him blankly. He nodded assuring and walked to his desk, brought backA book with a variety of blouse models and told me to take my time.’ I will be around. Give me a shout when you have made your choice’. . we really could” I was instantly won over by his argument. He interrupted my thoughts with…“Tomorrow then? My first time?” He nervously proposed. I smiled in the dark. “It will have to be quick I’m afraid. Is that ok?” He was so charming and unselfish.“It will be fine Tom. I will be ready. Text me when you are on your way. Come in and lock the door behind you. I will be in bed.” I could hear his heavy anxious breathing. “You do want this Tom?” I asked.“Yes… so much.” He whispered in. I leaned back against the counter, a grin on my face. I turned around to put my cereal bowl in the sink and almost jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice say "EWWWWW!!!" Paige was standing right there, her wet hair cascading down the back of her neck, wearing nothing but a towel."Paige! You scared the shit out of me!" I said, trying to catch my breath. "I thought you were in the shower." I was," she said. "Then I got out, and I heard something from down here, so I snuck down the stairs to. My vaginal opening had dilated, my body was producing all the lubrication it could, and every one of my pleasure centers was fired up. My body wanted it, I wanted it, but Michael wasn’t ready to give it to me. I broke the kiss and moaned in frustration. Michael turned his attention to the side of my neck, and began to take longer strokes. The head of his penis would catch at my clit before pushing forward up to my belly button, then back. Each thrust brought me closer to crying out, to yell at.