Her tongue twirling in her hot mouth bringing me erotic pleasure. She softly caresses my balls, which are tight and firm. Sliding her mouth to the top... and releasing me from her mouth, and sliding a tongue down the shaft, she kisses and licks my balls. I moan and try to hold myself back. " aaaahhhh." It is becoming increasingly difficult not to climax for this woman whom I love so much. I know she loves this and I also know very well, this is arousing her as it always does. I start gently. John’s hand, between her warm soft thighs, has as yet, to even lightly touch her pussy or the delicate lace covering it. Sensing the moment is right John grabs a handful of Marella’s hair in its tight French twist with his right hand, pulling her head back roughly while simultaneously with his left hand stroking on top of her lace panties. John’s fingers feel Marella’s panties already soaking wet from his foreplay. John pulls her panties aside and brings his hand to his mouth wetting his. "Did what?" Ron protested."Got me this high!" I sang euphorically."Feels fucking nice," agreed Ken.I felt a hand caressing my arm. Was it Ken's? Or was it Ron's? My stoned brained said it didn't even matter at this point."Sorry I'm being a bad hostess," I mumbled. "I think I just need to lie here for a minute or two."It seemed quiet for a few seconds, and even though my mind was adrift in that thick marijuana haze, I could tell the sexual tension in the room was beginning to boil."Yeah, this. She booked a hotel room for 2 days in Panchgani, and we left Mumbai for our session the next day. I was driving, and everything was normal. She wore a salwar suit that hugged her 34-30-36 figure perfectly and looked gorgeous as always.I was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt. We reached our destination after a four-hour drive. We checked into the hotel, and things started to change as soon as I entered the room. I saw a different version of her. She ordered me to bend on my knees, remove her.