The night it happened, it went way too far. And unfortunately, I couldn't stop myself. Nor could Miranda. We'd messed around, we'd had a good time, an...d then one thing led to another. A long period of time spent between her little teenage legs doing oral sex on her, making her orgasm a bunch of times, hearing her gasp my name, make noises, moan, groan, and cum all over my face when I was going down on her. I simply couldn't stop. It was so fucking intense watching her lay there, seeing her. I picked phone. There was message from Bantu “My love we are coming delhi tomorrow. You come to our hotel for whole night”. I just mark the message unread and keep the phone back.After dinner I was walking outside I got call from Nadeem. Nadeem asked me “aap kaya delhi se bahar ja rahe ho”. I asked his “How you know?”. He said “aapki wife ne Prem aur Bantu ko bataya hoga tabhi wo dono kal Delhi jane ki tayari kar rahe hai”. I was shocked. Nedeem said “Sir aap chinta mat karo mai bhi aata hon. It made me completely lose track of work but I couldn't care even if I turned the whole damn firm upside-down. All I thought about was satisfying my hunger for you during lunch.Hearing your voice firmly explaining what you were going to do to me kept my pussy soaked, I swear it was completely impossible to walk without fearing that my juices would trickle down my thighs. Not being able to respond similarly back at you on the phone or relieve the tension because of where I was made it even. She went down onto her knees and soaped the standing ovation to her juvenile charms well and long. As soon as she had finished her arousing task I asked her, if the cockel was clean enough now to get a kiss? She threw a poisoned green look at me, but I just softly took her by the neck and bent her over the rim of the tub until the spotless clean plum touched her lips. There was minimal resistance in this performance, and even less so as I moved my hips up - her lips and jaws opened like magic..