Oh myGod. Fuck me.” I cried.“Yeah baby, I’m gonna fuck you. I’m not done with you.” She then tookher finger out of my pussy and slid it tow...ards my asshole.“Be careful, don’t hurt me. I’ve never had it done there.” I was scaredbut ready for her finger to go in my ass. Ready to experience thesensation I knew was about to come.“Trust me. You are going to be okay. You’re going to love it.” She saidas she slid her finger in my ass. I was tight, but she had alreadygotten me so worked up and wet. She had the sexiest blue eyes and they would have looked good sucking on my cock.Lucky for me the job ran on for a few weeks and I was able to flirt with her and always was close by to watch her arrive. It wasn’t too long after this I asked her to go out to dinner. She said yeah that would be fun, so we made a date and it was that Friday. I made sure I spoke to her that morning and said I’d be by her place 6 and we could go dinner and do a movie or something.So I arrived at the place she gave. And Sowmya drank it at one go. Both smiled watching that, and ordered for another peg. Sowmya looked back at Mr. Dutt, and he leant forward to whisper in her ears. “Get drunk, and the night will be easier to pass”. Sowmya realized what he intended to say, and accepted the second peg gleefully.By 10.30 they had completed dinner, and Sowmya had gulped around 3 pegs of vodka. She was not completely off sense, but was feeling quite light and refreshed. They all headed back to the cottage. This time. Emile would be waiting.The balding man was seated at the hotel bar when he saw his afternoon entertainment arrive. Damn that Crowley did know how to take care of a customer, he thought."Diana, how the heck are you?" he said."Good, Emile," she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek."Let's have a drink before we head on up," he said. She smiled and took a seat beside him at the bar.The conversation was light and touched on nothing whatsoever that was meaningful. About fifteen minutes into the.