Fifteen minutes passed. She got up and came back with cotton, warm water and a candle. She took her seat besides me and started cleaning by balls and ...dick. She handed over the handle to me and told me to insert it in her cunt. I did so immediately. A large portion of candle disappeared in her hole. I asked. ‘Bhabima, what next?’ She said, let the candle remain where it is now. I have removed all hair now and you are clean. Let me taste you now.’ I asked, ‘Taste me? How?’ She said, ‘Now let me. If they failed and split up she would just concentrate on being a fulltime career woman though she couldn't quite imagine what that life would be like. The last time she had been single she was twenty five; now at thirty two she couldn't imagine going back to the California sunshine and promiscuous fucking life style of those days - particularly not in Seattle!She got out of bed when she realised that Jen was not only up and dressed but shouting up to offer her the choice of lunch in bed or in. I have a practice of taking bath once I reach home. I said let me have bath and come she locked the front door and said she also will join. She was in her nighty. I placed my office bag in my room and went to bathroom, she joined me and unbuttoned my shirt and removed my vest. I lost my control and held her head and placed a kiss on her lips she responded by opening her mouth. We had tongue twisting, she held my hair and I loosened her hair by removing her head clip. We were engrossed in deep. And that was how it should be. How it nearly always was.“I should have known better than to take you on Lady!” “You were brilliant tonight Margaret.”“Not brilliant enough!”“No really. I’ve never seen you play so well. Meeting Katie Carmillion’s daughter must have inspired you.”“I came so close My Lady.”“True! Look at the record. You must have hidden the Goddess for twenty two moves. I’ve never heard of anyone doing that before and you were within a move of defeating me.” “Katie would have been.