‘The usual?’ she asked him as she grabbed a cup from under the register. ‘Not quite, I need it to go. One of the usual, and one… hold on a sec...ond.’ Dillon pulled out his cell phone and dialed Glenn. ‘Hey, what type of coffee does Phoenix drink?’ Glenn laughed, ‘She doesn’t, she drinks chai, cold with whole milk and whipped cream. What are you up to?’ ‘Thanks, I’ll fill you in later.’ Dillon hung up the phone and smiled. ‘One usual and one cold chai, whole milk and whipped cream.’ Debbie gave. My dark eyes lock onto yours, feeling an immediate spark pass between us. A light shiver runs through my body, though certainly not from cold. It is the brief flash of hunger that flashes in those eyes before me. Still I wonder if this could be a dream, a life-like fantasy of mine. Those I am so inclined to having. A stranger in my home, roaming my body with those piercing eyes, certainly I should be afraid. It is the kindness that follows your brief display of hunger that must have set my. She adjusted her saree and followed me out to hall. I went and sat on sofa and she came and sat next to me as I asked her to stay for some time with me. I switched on TV and stretched myself on sofa and my legs on table. She came close to me and lay on my shoulders and pushed her hands inside my pajamas and started to caress my cock. I asked her “what were you telling me about the Jain family you work for and why?”Laxmi-“Actually I work for one more family which is from jain community, husband. Meanwhile, he was fingering (that wiggleagain) my arsehole with some lubricant (by the end of the session I was using his description, and calling it my "pussy"). One, two, then three fingersentered my pussy to their full length, stroking in and out and round and roundto prepare me for my first fucking, always momentous for a "girl" as I was beginning to think of myself. Its funny how fingers up your pussy can changeyour .