Hands caress my soft, warm skin, coming up to cover my breasts. With a gentle touch, fingers lightly brush against the tender tips and I moan against ...the emptiness around me. I arch my breasts upward searching for the gentle touch of your hand. My body has become impassioned with this unquenchable desire, hands, my hands, your hands, I am not sure, cup my breasts and bring them to my lips. Fingers knead and squeeze, rubbing the nipples against one another, my lips open and my tongue slithers. I glanced at him. He was about 20, a good-looking young man, but not Bengali like the staff here usually were. He looked Spanish, though southern Spain, with quite dark skin. He had that fairly short stature of the Spanish male, being maybe 5 feet 8 inches tall. His English was very good.I ordered sparking water and a saag gosht with chapati and dhal. He brought complimetary poppadoms and diced carrot, onion and coriander with lime pickle and yougurt. It was nice to be back in this cosy place. She looked up and smiled at me. Bending lightly she kissed one of my nipples. As she removed my shirt she sucked my nipple, flicking her tongue over it, her hot breathe firing my already simmering lust. Her fingers moved sensually over my chest tracing lines that heated my up more and more. She looked up at my face and saw me enjoying and had closed my eyes in ecstasy. She unzipped my shorts and pulled it down releasing my hard throbbing cock from its hide out. Still licking my bare hot flesh,. "Not exactly. I just want you to go along with me and listen to her. I won't make you do anything you don't agree to." James nodded a weary assent, and they drove to meet Linda's friend. The nondescript, warehouse-like building in the city that was their destination was not what James was expecting. Linda's friend turned out to be a beautiful woman named Tiffany. She was about Linda's height with long blonde hair and even more well-endowed than Diane. James found himself wondering jealously if.