She brought her face close to my face. Our lips were about to touch. I had a wicked smile and said “you want a kiss huh”. I kept on talking with h...er being so close to my lips. She was breathing very heavily and suddenly she sat down and I told I am not able to breathe, palpitation. I was like palpitation for what. She said nothing.“”Don’t u want the kiss??””. She stood up holding by my neck again and she came close. I went closer and closet. She started closing her eyes and started breathing. So she did some searching and found Becky. God knows where she found Becky, but she did. Becky was every bit the classic closeted crossdressing male that longed for the dream job of serving a confident and powerful Mistress. Becky was every bit willing to bend over backwards for her Mistress, and Becky's Mistress was about to bend her in all sorts of directions.That first appointment, as far back as it was, was Becky's first day on the job. Her Mistress had left very specific instructions with. Vodka started its effect on Swaroop and my wife and i was watching them come close to each other and laugh at some old memories and she even invited him to help her in the kitchen.I carefully planned and set up the bedroom and also placed a video camera to record the complete activity and came out to join or the dinner.Post our dinner, I casually asked Swaroop that how much does he like Anita and he said he cannot mention that in words, and my wife looked from the corner of the eye and felt. He was a bit younger than her. He had thought she looked attractive at dinner. Now he thought she was fun too. There was another fanfare then Miss Mitzy appeared. She was wearing a long skirt split to the hip each side and had nice legs. On top she wore a brief black halter and a little bolero jacket. On cue the music system started playing Ravel’s Bolero. Em groaned. She had once liked the piece but Bo Derek’s scripted orgasm had ruined it in that movie “10” and it had since become.