This wasn’t how she had imagined it would be. In her day dreaming, she had the upper hand throughout the encounter and, although she hadn’t really... thought about the mechanics in any great detail, had him at her mercy. This was completely out of her control and Mr. French was very much in charge. She stood with her back to him, trembling, unknowing and, if she was totally honest, scared shitless.He unclipped her bra which fluttered to the ground and ran a fingertip from the nape of her neck all. Jab main uper muh karta to wo neeche muh karke apni game main dyaan deti,jab meri bari aati to wo fir muje dekhne lagjati. Fir kush der baad aanti ne apne gaun ka uper ka ek botton khol diya jisse unki lakeer mast dikh rahi thi.to main unko baar baar dekhta jab aanti ki bhaari aati.fir thori der baad aanti ne dusra bi botton khol diya. Tab dono boobs achi tara dikh rahe the. To main unko bar bar dekh raha tha. Fir aanti ne bola ki kya dekh rahe ho bar bar? Maine bola kush nahi aanti.to aanti ne. Soon his tongue is inside her mouth, as it lashes across hers, and even up to the top of her mouth, and in between her teeth. She realizes he is a very experienced kisser . . . and soon her tongue is following suit, and hopefully making him feel aroused, just like she does. As he continues to kiss, he reaches down and captures her tits in his hands. They aren’t super big yet, but he feels her nipples growing at a fast rate under her thin bra. She can’t help herself as she begins to moan into. “Well thee won’t get one on doorstep wll thee?” the woman sighed, “Upstairs, third on right and knock and wait to be asked in.”“Oh, right,” Eileen agreed. She marvellled at the polished marble floor with “Grimshaws,” laid out in black on white background, the posh mahogany desk and matching chairs and that in reception room, and at the posh staircase wi pictures of Grimshaw’s old and new, all looing alike wi their great bushy beards, except the ladies of course.She knocked timidly then again.