‘Hi.’ He said, startling me. I regained my composure as quickly as possible. What the hell was this gorgeous man doing, talking to me? ‘Hi.’ I... stammered back. He leaned in close to me. ‘I’ve seen you here before.’ ‘Really?’ I said, with all the composure of a love struck teen, which, I was. ‘Yeah, you’re Jes, right?’ ‘Uh-huh. How’d you know?’ ‘I’m just observant.’ Ron had told him. Ike was only observant of his own god like self. But, at the moment, I didn’t care. I was too busy swooning over. On the subway, Trish thought about the overtime and hoped for a decent tip. Her hopes were not high. Fully formal dances were usually too stodgy for good tipping. Things started to look up when she saw the orchestra’s van at the service entrance. Russell Donovan had an excellent reputation.Mr. R gave her the background. A Congresswoman married a businessman; the actual nuptials took place in New Jersey. The dance was one of the couple’s receptions. As she had noticed, music was by Donovan’s. After several long minutes of Madi teasing my cock with flicks of her tongue and twists of her fingers, I couldn't wait any longer. I reached down to the button of her shorts, quickly unfastening them and working them down her slender legs, leaving her in just a white lace thong. I stood to my feet, spinning Madi around and lifting her ass onto my desk. I pushed her back so that she was laying down and dropped to my knees. Sliding her thong to the side, I hastily kissed my way down her. Leave me. Probably sandeep is there at top floor. I came to know that mom was aware about my presence. Uncle was looking hungrily towards her and flew some kisses on air by looking at her cheek. She got ashamed and ran towards bath room. I made myself out of my position and came to my room and had a sleep in my bed. The whole scene was dancing down in my eyes and I failed to understand how sexy and seductive my mother is. I was fantasizing the whole episode on my bed to have a smooth jerk.