We said our goodbyes then arranged the evening for the following Saturday around 6pm.I told her to text me when she knew the £13000 was safely in her... account. The next week dragged slowly by, she texted me a couple of times saying how nervous she was and that she had re arranged her shifts at the hospital so she was free Saturday all day and evening, also that the full amount of £13000 was in her bank account.I told her the hotel room was now booked for around 8pm that evening.I also heard from. She sent a face pic of her and to my surprise sent a nude picture with her face. It gave me an instant erection.I had to shag more than four times to get it off. I told her how many times I shagged thinking of her and she laughed. Then we would talk over the phone at night and moan on the phone while she fingered herself and I shagged myself. We two were like rabbits ready to fuck at any given moment.Then we started video chatting on WhatsApp. She would strip for me and I would strip for her.. I had no words to say. I wanted to scream at him for behaving like this but instead just kept starting at his what I now found to be a beautiful cock. Pre-cum had already started to ooze out of and it was glowing in the light. The moans from the CD were getting louder and I was getting hornier.10 minutes later I was in Manoj's bedroom, sucking on his cock. He kept encouraging me. I enjoyed the new feelings that were rising inside me. He was kind and gentle. I called home and stayed over night. Mamselle’s face was close, her dark, round eyes intent as her tiny hand deftly cleaned his skin. She was talking to him, but he didn’t hear.Maybe if he didn’t listen he wasn’t there?He sat through minutes of swirling movements. Hands were busy, brushes tickled, pencils and powders spread clouds of sweetness.“Et voilà,” the voice finally said, tearing him out of his dream.He was surrounded by painted faces – made up eyes and lipsticked mouths. He heard sighs and murmurs. Then he felt fingertips.