She was not particularly modest, but still well aware of the fact that she had not put her bra back on, and her large breasts strained visibly at the ...front of her top. As soon as she so much as reached for the latch of the side gate, the enormous dog came bounding across the yard to greet her, his tongue hanging from his mouth and slobber flying everywhere. She pushed past the boisterous hound, laughing as he nuzzled her, and closed the gate tightly behind her. She turned to face him, and was. She was shy and I came near her and whisper in her ear let me clean it. I kissed her neck.She covered her face with shyness. I removed her bathrobe and damn she was so hot. I was behind her, she can feel my dick. I told her to let me remove that piece of cake. I went in front of her and she was looking into my eyes. My hands are going towards her boobs.I slowly touched her boobs over the bra and clean the cleavage with my hands. I held her shoulder and she put her hand on my hand. I slowly. After a nice long dinner and a lot of talk I drove them back to their hotel, Rashid offered me a drink at his room and we talked some more the tree of us, I have to admit I was getting so hot and if it hadn't been for that important contract I would have stripped in front of them asking them to fuck me, but I had no idea how they would react on something like that, would they negotiate with a business leader who have offered them sex that way? No I couldn't take that risk, the contract was more. Depression?Yeah, seemed maybe like that.A few inches in front of her the bathtub spigot dripped, the "bloop" of the drop landing in the tub loud in the room. She'd been in there long enough the bubbles were patchy islands bobbing on the ripples. Her fingers probably looked like prunes, but I couldn't tell.Tension?Oh yeah. She was clutching her arms around her legs. I could see the strain in her shoulders and arms.Fear?"Would you like me to wash your back?" Again, an almost invisible one, barely.