After all, he reasoned, she was in Paris and only the best would do for writing when one was in Paris and one should always take a moment to write whe...n one was in Paris. The pen was a twin to the one he used, only with a purple body, while his was encased in blue.He had kissed her on the door step, pointing her in the direction of the fashion district and making sure she knew where she was going before excusing himself and heading in the opposite direction, towards the station and the trains to. I was. His place was a typical apartment. Earth-tone furniture with white walls that made you feel that you were inside an ice box without it being cool. The refrigerator look. He walked to his kitchen and yes I looked at the movements of his ass while he went to get the beer. I think he knew I was staring. It was warm inside, but that only made the cold beer he offered more satisfying. He pulled off his shirt. "I'm hot," he said. I smiled not knowing how he meant it. I envied that he had hair. So she stood dumb as if not minding this. Her pallu had slipped quite a bit now off her shoulder and was partly resting on her arms exposing substantial portion of her upper treasures. As her ample breasts tightly filled her blouse Pande-ji was enjoying what he was seeing.Getting no reaction from Maya , as per the natural nature of all males, Pande-ji also was encouraged. In the beginning he would only press during a pressure in the line, but now he kept pressing against her curvy figure. If he could absorb her power by touching her, then in theory she could do the same to him. As long as he was occupied with raping her, she could keep him distracted and turn the tables….she hoped! Gritting her teeth, she bit off another moan as she came again, and she felt his cock tense inside her. Her eyes widened in surprise as she realized the more important, and certainly more unintended side-effect of her plan. He was fucking her, good and deep, which meant he would be cumming in her,.