"I would love to." Good." He said, drinking slowly, glancing over at the other men at the bar who quickly averted their gaze realising I was instantly... taken, his hand slid a little further upwards, gently, slowly, under the table I parted my legs and got ready for it, aching for the moment when he did it. He made me wait while we chatted, then his fingers slid right to the top of my thighs."I can see your tits very nicely, I'm going to be playing with them very soon. Would you like me to do. My husband was enjoying the song and dance. There were some popular singers singing.I told my husband that I am going home. I told our driver to take me home. I almost slept in the car as we drove over the empty road. I didn’t know that my saree aanchal dropped from my chest exposing big cleavage. When I woke up we were in front of our large bungalow. The driver was looking at my breasts and cleavage. I adjusted myself in embarrassment. I opened the gate with my keys and told him to go back to. B, are you a.b , don’t make trouble or Im gonna fuck you up”, I answered in the negative that I was not a.b (Aryan b*****rhood, Astoria/L.I.C was a large skinhead enclave in my youth) and that I would indeed not make any trouble. So he opened a set of large doors that led into a darker but larger room with loud music playing and a strange yet attractive odor.So as walked in my nervousness had gotten worse and my mouth had become bone dry and my trembling had intensified. I walked toward the bar. I chose them because they had amazing reviews and I needed to get her comfortable enough with them that she'd agree to wear them to dinner and the concert. This unit had a ton of different speeds and vibration patterns plus a setting called audio that would vibrate to musical beats.I returned to find Lauren glued to her favorite scene so I kneel-ed down between her legs, lifted them onto my shoulders. I slowly unbuttoned her hot little number, starting at the top and working my way down, taking.